The Angel

I am the Angel
For those in pain, my comfort is boundless.
For those who search, I bear the message.
For those who are empty, I fill the cup.

With utter compassion, I search out the needy,
And heal their wounds with my touch.
With merciful grace, I lift up the fallen,
And guide each to let drop his crutch.

But sometimes, on days when the crowds press too close,
My gilded wings fold down unseen.
And the rush hour clamour drowns out my sweet voice,
And my robes become quickly unclean.

And then, I forget why I have been sent.
My heart beats in step with the masses.
My voice becomes rough, and my face, blank and tight,
Is reflected in each one who passes.

So, how many others, Angels as well,
Wander these streets wondering why,
In the dust of the road, their lives have turned tough,
And forgetting they know how to fly.