ANGELS

I met a kind man today.

There was light in his eyes and love in his heart.

Just a man, about his everyday tasks, dealing with the momentary drosses of life, yet alive and alert to the possibilities, within the moving moments of our tired days, to transform the clay to gold. Just by a glance, by a word, by an empathy beyond the given, to weave divinity and release potential.

Angels so often, don't arrive with visible wings; you see nothing, but feel instead the breeze of possibility, the dance of that which lies outside human system and the ordinaries of bureaucracy.

Ours is to be the angels for others as they are angels to us.

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