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Hope wakens me at night
As I sleep alone and light
Upon a mattress plain
For angels to greet me again.

For I have heard their singing
Through wind and dark and rain,
Their voices tame and gentle
But insistent and bereft of shame.

They stay until I find warmth
and then cross other seas,
They ask only to be asked
and eyes willing to believe.

By Rüdiger Rückmann
Written on 20 March 2017