Angels —
Heavenly creatures;
I have oft thought of them
As far off, mystical beings with porcelain features,
But, are they in fact here amongst the living?
Daily? Hourly? Even in this minute?
Or are they only present
In the presence of those who are dying,
As a gift from the Alpha and Omega —
Reminding us He’ll bring us home, dancing, not crying?!
What if we could see them angels?
What if we could feel them, sense them
Be vessels of their love.
Surrounding people in pain, grief and disdain, holding them close like a hem
Holds the loose strands of life —
What if we could be the angels —
To each other, loving without demands,
Reminding people of where they came from —
Whom they come from and where their DNA strands
Will return —
To the Angels around me now,
Thank you for your love,
Thank you for your purpose
And thank you that you hold the ones in need,
like the precious wings of
doves.