The Form of an Angel The form of an angel is simple,
And yet every limb of it speaks,
Every bone serves.
It is not just the soul of an angel that works,
But every nerve of the body has a task inside it.
Where the feet of an angel walk,
The ground is cooled.
Where the hands of an angel touch,
A current is set up that finishes the old and begins something new.
Where an angel stands tall and still,
An atmosphere of courage and stability is there.
The brain of an angel sends messages.
The heart is a sanctuary.
Each finger holds a virtue.
Each breath the gentlest push forward.
It is a form used only to serve.
It looks like a body,
It has all a body's parts,
But only so that it can stand next to a person and help them,
Hand to hand,
Eye to eye.
In reality,
It is totally and uniquely something different from a body.
The push and the pull has stopped.
There's only the quiet backwards and forwards of energy alive inside.
It's a body that has no connection with the past.
It may be old,
But inside it are stored the qualities of innocence that are used in times of trouble when things are getting expansive and weak.
The form of an angel gives strength by its presence.
No words are needed,
No personalized gestures.
Its form is a support as a wall is to someone needing to lean.
Why is this?
Because inside it is the energy of God and that energy is the purest,
Most concentrated energy there is.
It gives where there is need,
But if something unpleasant come towards an angel,
That energy deflects it in the most gentle way,
But firmly and forever.
The form of an angel is also a balance.
It provides what's needed to bring things back to a quiet level.
When life is breaking up,
An angel's form becomes creative and when people are creating,
It destroys the obstacles that are in their way.
The most beautiful thing about an angel's form is that it knows no more than a tree knows that it is shading you how much it is doing.
It's natural.
