Did you know that angels have a sense of humor, that they eat the last piece of chocolate cake-when no one else can-and notice puns like 'Dr. Hooks towing services'...they look just like you and I. But if you scratch the surface...they shine.
Scratch ordinary people's surface and usually all the things one tries to keep hidden seep out and bubble up like oil-which is great if your looking for money but not so important if your looking for character-more often than not people will show their earthly selves. But angels are made of something completely different.
I once read a book called 'gold fears no fire'. And i think that angels are made of something like that, when fire consumes everything in someone's life, while all the rest of us shrivel up and die or just keep whining...they somehow grow bright. The earthly skin they wear covers their light while my facade usually breaks only to show my dark.
What does it feel like to be in an angels presence? This feeling, if you could catch it or bottle it up, if you could define it...everyone would buy it-well there is that oil in me bubbling up again...
Angels
when you find one, you'll know.
Don't go around scratching people now, that is not at all what I am trying to get across here. But do look, for that irrepressible smile, or a glance that speaks a thousand languages, and if you want it bad enough, the best place to go...is where fire makes gold...cause thats where angels shine the brightest.
For Oma and Opa G.
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