"Make way for the
Image of God,"
the Herald Angels cry.
The tired old man shuffles his
way to the soup kitchen.
"Make way for the
Image of God,"
the Herald Angels cry.
Joyfully bouncing along, the child
skips his way to school.
"Make way for the
Image of God,"
the Herald Angels cry.
Twirling, swirling the young girl
dances her way to her date.
"Make way for the
Image of God,"
the Herald Angels cry.
Juggling her baby and bags, the mother
wends her way home.
"Make way for the
Image of God,"
the Herald Angels cry.
The dad laughs and shouts with his son
on the way to the zoo.
"Make way for the
Image of God,"
the Herald Angels cry.
An old woman mumbles and murmurs
her way to nowhere.
"Make way for the
Image of God,"
the Herald Angels cry.
Wild-eyed, the bearded young man
shouts epithets
on his way.
"Make way for the
Image of God,"
the Herald Angels cry.
Grandma and babe,
laughing and singing,
skip along their way.
"Make way for the
Image of God,"
the Herald Angels cry.
The clean-cut young man
accused of the bombing
marches away.
snd 5/12/95
(an old saying is that whenever a person comes walking down the street, the Herald Angels go before, saying"Make way for the Image of God". This was written not long after the Oklahoma bombing.)