I've Seen Angels Cry

And angels, in my mind,
wore long flowing gowns of white.
But now I see dark pants and shirts
and badges shining bright.

And angels always floated
with bare feet above the ground.
Not True!
For they wear steel toed boots
and go where death is found.

Not all angels have smooth hands
that look like porcelain.
Some angels have torn gloves
and cuts and burns upon their skin.

And while I thought all angels
glowed from heaven's light,
I see an angel cutting steel,
his torch is shining bright.

And while these earthly angels
passed buckets of debris,
the angels up in heaven
looked down on bended knee.

So, while the smoke continued
to rise into the sky,
I watched the rescue workers weep,
I've seen the angels cry.

Written By: Bonnie McDaniel~©September 17, 2001.

Thank you, Bonnie
for letting me use your poem.

Dedicated to all
those who lost their lives
on September 11, 2001