Monday, February 14, 2011

Angel's wings

Sometimes we wake from our slumbers
And we see beyond what we can see
A momentary glimpse into other worlds
Worlds where we were created to be
Sometimes it is a wonder in imagination
Still it stands right there by our eyes
Sometimes we see what is expected
When our hearts are young, mesmerized
We see angel’s wings in a flower
We see color when all is black; all is white
We see goodness where no one is looking
We see love that consumes all the fright

Yet all we were doing was sleeping…

K, Duane Carter 2-14-10

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