. How do angels die, you ask. Well, just as they are born, in fact. And how might that be, you inquire. They're born of kinfolk who've expired. Does that mean that they're us, you press. Quite so. We've each our angelness.
Indeed we do. Wonderful poem, Kevin. I love the simplicity you've used to explain a concept that is sometimes so difficult to accept. With these brief words, you've illuminated my day with faith and innocence. Thank you.
Carrollton, TX, USA
Very simple, very deep, very intriguing, very thoughtful, full of wisdom, gracious, and you took hard,deep,evasive answers and put them into such simple explanations. A great teacher are you..keep up the good work. I love this kind of stuff- reminds me of Solomon in Proverbs. james david
The Hague, The Netherlands