And all the angels, <br />the winged wonders <br />wandering in the wind, <br />wonder: <br /> <br /> <br />'Where will you sleep? <br />What will still your hunger? ' <br /> <br /> <br />I tell them: <br />'Hush. My bed is made <br />of dreams and prayers, <br />and my bread is made of faith.' <br /> <br /> <br />'Something about you makes us <br />feel like Easter, ' the angels reply, <br />their hands no longer fists.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-thy-leprous-tongues/
