I never know exactly what poets and lyricists mean when they refer to an angel. often they’re writing about someone they’re just really into, and sometimes an angel in Heaven’s Holy Host.
sometimes we call someone an angel to affirm the light in that person. I like this designation: that somebody not apart from life on this earth can bring you a light, sweep air into your body, and you feel it and feel healed by it.
it can be anyone: a teacher, a friend, a lover, or an artist you admire. today it was the barista on Flatbush Ave & Kings Hwy who sold me a caffè latte saying nada es imposible that delivered a verse of hope.
we can all be that for other people, an angel petalling-forth something warm and glowing into the world of dark and scary things.
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