angel poem

there is no flock, however watched and tended
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
rocked in the cradle of the deep
have we no shame?
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
within my hand i hold
sleep, gray brother of death
when a deed is done for freedom
where shall i find you
and with the humming bird
there is no escape by the river
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
if i were very sure