
Angels Sing In Me
Angels sing in me.
I rush to write down what I hear.
I carry a pad and pencil everywhere,
for this singing may come at any hour in any place.
I must get it down quickly and turn it into words
and phrases before it passes away,
leaving no trace.
For the Angels, I have noticed,
hardly ever sing the same song twice...
All I can do is pray that my Angels will return
and look over my shoulder where I write,
and whisper a few more words in my ear.
So that the singing I heard you may hear too.
by James Dillet Freeman
Angels sing in me.
I rush to write down what I hear.
I carry a pad and pencil everywhere,
for this singing may come at any hour in any place.
I must get it down quickly and turn it into words
and phrases before it passes away,
leaving no trace.
For the Angels, I have noticed,
hardly ever sing the same song twice...
All I can do is pray that my Angels will return
and look over my shoulder where I write,
and whisper a few more words in my ear.
So that the singing I heard you may hear too.
by James Dillet Freeman
The Reverend James Dillet Freeman (1912-2003) was sometimes referred to as the 'poet laureate to the moon' because some of his poems were brought to the moon on Apollo space missions.
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