Barely visible on angels wings you’ll see the handcuffs
To which she alone holds the key.
She alone.
She…alone?
Never alone.
In fact she flies in the company of millions of sprites ephemeral.
Self bound and bound to self.
The gossamer threads of forgiveness hanging invisibly
For her flock, some fallen,
Fallen angels.
need only look up to see their precious truth in her eyes so clear.
Hers alone.
She heals through unfiltered love.
Kindness tender yet relentless.
Perhaps one day she may look in my eyes
And see herself
Alone
Whole
Always whole and always forgiven
Raised up and healed by the very love you have given.
You alone