Listening to every heart
Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was a site where I posted “angel” poetry. This was before I found my way to Passions. It was not so much an interactive site, but more of a “post your thoughts and walk away” kind of site. I lost connection with it, and lost so much poetry. I thought I would have that link always, but as computers change, so do the bytes of time. However, it was angel poetry, so I have a feeling my poems just flitted off and found a new home in another mind, or heart.
Or, so I hope. It was before I knew to save poetry, thoughts, etc., on a disk, or CD. I had a very antiquated home computer at the time, so…
Save your stuff.
My thought on this has to do with angels. Several have visited me lately, and I know of one personal angel…who has touched not only my heart, and soul but that of hundreds, if not thousands, of others. This angel shall go nameless for the time being, because if I were to tell the name, well then, my angel could very well disappear.
My point on this is that we never know who will touch our lives, how long they will be here, or in what manner they will affect our lives.
The angel-ripple meter can sometimes float off the charts, if you can take the time to get outside of yourself and look around at whom you touch, and who touches you, by word alone.
So when the weary sigh of exasperation sits your shoulder, now and then, look it square in the eye, tell it to take a hike, and look around.
Someone needs an angel.
And that angel is, of course, you.