An Ode to a Silent Angel

Here's an angel from the North,
To whom God revealed her worth.
He gave her the voice of silence
And told her its very essence.

Many other angels refused to have it
For they said they're better without it.
But the northern angel accepted the offer
And became the Silent Angel of the Father.

How lucky herself she thought
Having the voice of silence in her throat
For she can't say words of lies to a moth
Like a devil carrying a tongue of goth.

How happy she is with her received gift
That makes her to war unable to admit.
Unlike men without silenced hearts
Who always seek war that tore them apart.

How dauntless she is to prove to anybody
That her gift is unique and worthy,
For silence's the first step to be a good listener
Then, it helps her understand anybody's utter.

And since for her silence is golden
To you she'll eagerly listen,
And you shall be always heard
For this angel's like a sincere bird.

Thus, when you shall find her at sight,
Make sure to remember her words at might,
That, "One never knows how to listen
When silence for him isn't golden."