Wings: My Favorite Things

Angel wings are not feathered but they are real, Made from lighter stuff and stronger. They have a metaphysical feel, And last an eternity longer. The feel of an Angel wing is not a sensation like touch. It’s on a higher more philosophical plane. The usual senses are only a crutch, Like trying to explain snow while in the rain. To feel an angel wing flutter, One must “ know thyself ”, And remove the “me” clutter, To reveal the naked shelf. You know that fellow that always angers you, And makes you retaliate every time? Remember recently when he was through, You smiled and didn’t even mind? And how with your children, you pray to be patient, And cry and blow up instead? Then why today, when they tried your patience, Those were tears of joy you shed? These experiences and many others, When asked for in earnest prayer, Are simply Angel wing flutters, Teaching us how to live and care. These are the feel of Angel wings, Not privy to the usual five, But made of heavenly things, Sublime, real, ..fully alive.