You may not believe in angels—
but one day you’re standing
on the subway, being lurched,
pole against your chest,
and you look down the car
and there’s a scrap of kid,
and suddenly some love, unbidden,
flames out from you, and in a fit of light
you see the wayward child
as a gift of God
and you shine with devotion.
Or you notice someone’s hand at the post office,
old and weathered as tree roots,
and for an instant it seems
the hand of wisdom,
or suffering redeemed,
and something like a wing
unfurls just a little from you,
something like radiance,
heaven hinted,
issues forth from your chest
and recedes, and is gone.
You don’t have to have an opinion about it,
but you felt it, and you know.
You don’t have to believe
in any more angels
than the one you are.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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