"An Angels Symphony"

An angels symphony 

Inextricably linked to the orchestra of His hands 

 Harps weep melodies of blue 

Touching the souls of those they grace 

Circling the temples of the helpless

What are the tunes they play with their wings? 

How do they know you are listening? 

For solace

I imagine the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel 

Yet Mama taught me 

My angels aren't white 

When they play their harps with their wings

Do they play the gospel

I sing from the pews on Sundays?