Angels.
An angel is a human being who is in love with God.
Not just loves,
But in love.
The love can be shared,
But when one is in love,
It's exclusive and total.
An angel is a person with principles,
Who moves by the spirit,
Not the letter of the law.
He sees the motive,
Not the move.
Sees the heart,
Not the words.
An angel is there for a friend,
For he understands not what,
But why.
And his eyes offer solution,
Not judgment.
An angel is a child,
Simple but deep.
Simple in the things that make life complicated,
Like possessions and people.
But deep in the things that are hidden,
Like the future.
An angel is a child,
But an ancestor.
A child hides nothing,
But an ancestor has secrets.
An angel is a guest,
For he cleans up behind him.
Where there's been misunderstanding,
He returns to clarify.
Where there's been hatred,
He offers love.
He is never without gifts,
And always without burden.
An angel is a protector.
He sings such songs that the danger averts,
And a fortress is built from his thinking.
Come close to an angel,
And you feel you are safe and can rest.
An angel is a sanctuary in which you can sit.
The atmosphere inside an angel is of long-standing peace,
And the door is open.
Not only to those who are honest.
An angel is also a mirror that reflects the truth kindly,
So that you can see in his face what you are.
But if it showed you that you were poor,
You'd still dance,
Because on the other side of the poverty would be the image of what you will be.
An angel is a free person,
And yet he belongs to a group so closely and so dearly that his every move touches another person and sets off a ripple.
An angel is made of solitude.
He is also all things to all people.
