Angels have to matter in a place as dark as this
Where hearts are veiled with troubles, not healed by a kiss.
Though prayers may seem heavy as if sinking to the earth
Angels have to matter; we felt them at her birth.
Through tender, fragile experience where value has no end,
What has God to teach me? Oh what did He intend?
And where will I find comfort? How will my aching leave?
Somehow angels have to matter, in them I must believe.
Dedicated to little Dacey who is in need of a new heart