TO THE ANGELS

TO THE ANGELS

Deep inside each soul lives a tiny child

A child who waits---
waits to be noticed
waits to be cared for
waits to be loved.

Sometimes the child isn't
notice and cared for and loved.

So,

He builds a wall
a big- strong- foreboding
wall of bricks and cement
to protect the child.

And the big-strong-foreboding
wall does protect the child
But it also hides the child
from those who would
notice and care for and love him.

And as the child is protected
he also withers inside
from malnourishment

For the soul truly must be
noticed and cared for and loved.

As the child grows
he sometimes forgets how to
tear down the wall
So he can be
noticed and cared for and loved.

Sometimes it's just too frightening.


But,
- there are angels-
angels who can redesign
the wall
not tear it down
so the child is still safe
not break it
so the child knows no fear

But angels who can
gently tug the bricks
gently dissolve the cement
so there is a doorway.

One angels can slip through
to be able to

notice and care for and tenderly love
the child inside.

Vary nice, extremely moving, and even more impressively written.

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