This is a piece I originally posted 10 yrs ago that I found and reworked describing the labors of love of angels in our daily lives and those watching us from heaven.

"Angels Retreat"

a dense forest of trees pregnant with leaves
weaves its intricate way into the dawning
and tiny zebra finches sing their songs
in a filtered balance of shadow and light
flowers unravel their bright Teflon robes
as morning comes to recover the dew
nature awaits the ball of the sun to ignite
just as soon as it rubs sleep from its eyes

snowcapped peaks glisten in the rising sun;
chameleons poised in the distant horizon
the melting snow releases its frozen grip
and races down the granite faced canyons
as the stars above disappear one by one
sinking into a graduated royal blue ocean
where a celestial surface radiates ripples
and therein angels simultaneously retreat

their casualties seem to keep mounting
in a cold world that is constantly changing
for theirs is the first line of defense to fall
as their capacity to love is always greater
while they work their invisible hands in life
and rip out their own hearts each night
some carrying their wounded back home
to heaven where an anxious father awaits

rookies are rushed in at the end of day
ready to change the world in eagerness
to take over the duties of fallen comrades
disabled from numerous unhealed wounds
as stars renew their pledge to reappear
the sun sets on stage as the curtain falls
the world spins slowly in three dimensions
and angels give as if they had never felt pain

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