Snow

The pure,
Holy water
Falls from the sky
On to an angel

But she is lost
Gathering pieces
Picking up Pasts
And retracing broken wine glass
Steps

Leading down
A Protesting Staircase,
Screaming at every one who steps wrongly on,
Ignoring the warnings,
Ignoring the Warring,

And as it falls,
Like the devil,
It collects this celestial white dust
And Drives it down to earth.

Meanwhile man sits laughing,
Corrupted to much by sin,
Corrupted to much by men,

And the children lie, in ignorance,
Not bliss.

And woman...
Woman simply says to the angel,
The angel she know's is looking,
"I think I found God...
He fell with the snow."