Angels on the Streets 

Angels come into these hard streets 

To do the good work 

In ambulances with sirens screaming  

Dressed in red and white 

Invisible wings rising up from 

Their shoulder blades  

Eyes of fire burning holes into the night 

Healing hands, gentle hands  

Of deliverers and saving agents 

In the fight against disease and addiction 

Here on the hard, concrete avenues 

Where death is king  

And applies his bony touch to all things beautiful  

They come like swans that settle on the waters 

They are eagles flying over the mountains  

Carrying gifts of life and  

Sacred instruments of their profession  

Angels in battle -feeding the hungry  

And giving to the poor 

Sadly playing funeral songs for the dead 

Who died too soon  

But dealing with the living 

Who still have time 

To be saved. Angels in uniforms passing by  

Giving the spark of divinity  

And grace. Angels with kind eyes  

And considerate principles -a little piece of Jesus in everyone 

Taking away blindness and treating  

The sores of sickness

Angels come here from outside this 

Community-to dedicate themselves 

To their faith -bright lights on their chariots 

As they ride -wheels of fire racing  

As they go to their rescue 

Angels who walk through the afflicted 

And accused to look straight into 

The eyes of evil -for surely it is 

A thing of poison and harm 

On these avenues -when only the young 

Are dying.  Angels who speak 

Of sanctuary and refuge as they 

Take the wounded and bring them 

To the hospitals

Let the trumpets of heaven call  

and let the angels be proud 

For the weakness that is strength  

Is the power of their maker.