For the ease of pain and suffering the angels of this world are many
Flying on fuel from a selfless source
Catch one of these angels in full-flight and the action is wonderful
Not like us with our untried wings
The aspiration may be there but take-offs are difficult
Because at times our inhumanity seems our only cause
Should an angel crash-land into these thoughts
I like to think in trying to revive it
Our concern for it will tell it something
That a law has been passed and an air-space cleared
We may be grounded but we can
Help to get air-borne what we most hope for
That one day invisible on our backs our own wings will come
Call it the soaring of mercies
As neighbours we have become Samaritans

Ronald Rae