Feel the presence of the angels singing in the heavenly choir,

they wrap their golden wings around all the suffering beings of the planet,

they fill our homes with light when darkness falls upon us,

they calm our raging hearts when calamity comes our way.

Have faith oh tired peoples of this ever turning orb,

your freedom rides on the wings of your soul,

you are never doomed,

you are never lost,

you are as growing plants--

rooted in the earth,

reaching for the skies, 

you are blessed children of the universe,

you are the songs of creation.