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Earthbound Angels

Evan Defies Gravity

Evan Defies Gravity

I read this great piece, I think it was from The Desert Fathers, where a man was dreaming he was a butterfly.

When he awoke he was unsure if he was truly a man, or perhaps now a butterfly dreaming he is a man.

Then it occurred to me, last week.

What if I am an angel?

Suppose I am an angel and don’t know it?

Gosh, how embarrassing.

I mean, I like to think I’m a nice guy, but I certainly have never behaved as an angel should.

What if I’m disappointing a lot of people, shirking angel duties?

I better straighten up.

Man, I have a lot of work to do.

What if, at the end of this thing, I need to answer for my behavior?

“Ignorance of being an angel is no excuse.”, the High Court may say.

“Hasn’t the way and the light been spelled out for you,

repeated over thousands of years by every

prophet and poet in the land?”

Okay.

I gotta go.

Got a lot of restitution to get to.

 

Seek peace,

 

Paz

 

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Pursuit of identity

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I see angels

Living, breathing angel

The boy fell to his knees, his face dropped to his hands.

What was I to do, being just a mortal man?

I said “You’re at the end of your rope, son, not the end of your road.”

Sometimes we need to help a broken angel with their load.

 

I see angels all around me. Angels you can see.

Living, breathing angels right where they ought to be.

This whole world’s full of angels, from sea to shining sea.

It’s a world full of angels waiting for us to let them be.

 

A man clutched my hands as tears welled in his eyes.

I said “There are no words. We’re never ready to say goodbye.”

Most folks don’t know that sometimes angels need a hand.

He said “No one knows my pain. No one understands.”

 

I told him “There are angels all around you, angels you can see.

Living, breathing angels, right where they need to be.

It’s a world full of angels, from sea to shining sea,

A world full of angels waiting for you, and me.”

 

I see that little baby, sleeping in her bed.

See the days and weeks and months and years that lay ahead.

Her mother and her brother, and all her kith and kin,

This whole great wide world around her, all the same beneath the skin.

 

I see angels all around me. Angels you can see.

Living, breathing angels right where they want to be.

It’s a world full of angels, from sea to shining sea.

A world full of angels waiting for us

To set them free.

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Observations from the soft chair

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