The Fallen Angel

Who would repair this angel?

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The fallen angel lay on the floor,
The statue lay silently in the dust.
There were no calls of distress,
This was not a trial or a test.

The fallen angel was in pieces.
The wings were broken,
The legs were broken.
The features were still unbroken.

It was a tall statue of an Angel.
The figure was well-carved and formed,
It had a golden halo and large wings.
It looked so alive as if it could sing.

The young sculptor came on a Sunday,
To repair the statue masterfully that day.
In three hours, he painstakingly pieced it together,
It was then placed in the garden for all weather.

Have you seen an angel fall in your life?
Someone who was known to be thoughtful and kind,
Yet, they fell from grace by doing something unkind.
Could that life be pieced together with forgiveness, so hard to find?

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