The ice angel turns into a sun dog

  • Only if your an ice angel
  • do you know what the meaning
  • of cold is which is making your limbs
  • melt in the  frigid cold
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  • sun dogs are images of the sun's
  • own reflection in the sky,
  • bright and beautiful the yearning
  • of a bright sun set the sun shining
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  • bright with a summer breeze.
  • If people protect themselves and each other,
  • life will remain perfect and in harmony,
  • the sun allows us to see
  • the beauty that there be,
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  • the circle of life will continue to turn
  • when the sun enters
  • its heavenly staircase 
  • of gods heavenly sky
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  • All god's creation the flowers,
  • the trees and the autumn leaves
  • have frost upon them.
  • God's eastern star  guide us there.
  • where the angels are playing on their harps,
  •  pipes and singing praises to god
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  • as we understand him to be
  • Children dancing with unicorns
  • no more pain any more
  • Only happiness and harmony remain
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  • as the circle of life is turned
  • for the final time
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  • as god we know will open the book 
  • and take the saints with him
  • and there will be no more tears
  • and heavenly gates open
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  • harmony restored at the at the final dance
  • the feast at god's table will commence
  • All who are saved are there,         
  • We will see our friends and relatives
  • all the wrongs are no more.
  • What a joy to look forward to the spiritual
  • dance of peace and grace.

JOYCE C. Lancaster Richard Edwards

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The End

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