Life slows us down sometimes...movies sometimes mirror life |
Paper Wings Seth: The little girl asked if she could be an angel. Cassiel: They all want wings. Seth: I never know what to say. Cassiel: Tell them the truth. Angels aren't human. We were never human. Seth: What if I just make her a little pair of wings out of paper? --City of Angels Indeed, Icarus flew too close to the sun, Wax dripped down his side, slowly sweating away his life. Crumpled on the floor, A white broken ball of flesh, uncertain of her fate When life plucks her from His hand and Crushes unmercifully, testing faith Eyes closed to what is or isn’t or might still be. Black gowned angels watching Tribunal of faith Credulous, willing to step into the waters Willing to accept towering waves bowing To his framing palms holding them aside While she steps across the mud Paper wings flattened to her sides. The wind brings voices to freshen her ears Heavenly choirs singing, “Gloria in Excelsis Deo.” On high the angels wait, trembling, while She walks through the sticky mud towards The desert dryness, burning with mirages Of the promised land. EAW October 25, 2006 Evening |