You’re going to miss your bus today, my little ones.

My little ones, you are all cradled in feathers.

Their wings will comfort and warm your presence.

Your arrival is way before your time.

Their love will protect you and carry you all home.

They will place you all in God’s hands. They are his Angels.

My little ones, you will all miss your bus today.

But you are all going home.

Jim Clark

Durango