I asked God to be K N O W N to me
And suddenly Angels were everywhere
They have been there all along!
Little flecks of Divine in each and everyone
It is the little spark of “I Believe” that gives us flight
At times the spark may flicker and wane
And the Angels swarm, encapsulating until you remember or are burst alight
Sometimes you go dark
alone at night, shallow breathing and quiet
The wick extinguished, eyes sealed shut and light
How many Angels does it take to lift you
and carry you to the Sun?