Grand old archangel
All powerful like mighty thunder
In this grey hazy sky above me
Carefully guide me through
The mid-evil hostility of winter’s. discust
Cross me a cross the street
Tall perfect one
With favorable angel host
Whose lights are as bright as lightening
But soft as a constant glow

That holds my attention through
Any kind of storm
A glow that watches me 
In the center of God
And the universe