She was an angel with wooden wings
Rooted in the Wisdom that
Scarred hearts...are still hearts
Wounded souls...are still souls
Reprobated minds...are still minds
Battered bodies...are still bodies
She was an angel with wooden wings
Grounded in the Power that
Saves, heals, delivers...frees
Without entering a temple...becoming One
Not quoting a passage...being One
The power of One
She was an angel with wooden wings
Who knows no boundaries
Who thinks amid quandaries
Who speaks inaudibly
Who feels beyond hands
Who walks beyond feats
Who guards the heart
Without missing a beat
Steady as she goes
For she knows
Wooden wings...still fly
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