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When Angels Danced

A POEM

By D.S. Preston | November 1983

When angels danced on heads of pins

The ways of men were means not ends;

When God was mystery

And not an artifact of history;

When higher criticism had not yet won

Believers from the ranks to man its guns;

When science had not pontificated

And ruled that God was obliterated —

Then man with the eye of faith saw

The splendor of the singing spheres

And recognized this tiny ball

Was but part of the cosmic dance

Participating in the All in All

And knew then whence his sustenance.

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