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

forgotten

How many Angels does it take to lift you

and carry you to the Sun?