Art: Miranda Jones
Awkward Angel Blessings It works this way, the awkward ones, their great angel wings sweeping, move grace; like sand in the air it sticks to your teeth, lodges on your lips, you find it crusted in hollows coating your skin glaze of thin white icing on a cake, so sweet; they know not what they do these angels, bumping into one another trying to be graceful, like the ones who bring messages trumpet the Lord awkward angels leave havoc in their wake fly over wounds anything that's open they're always joking turning cartwheels jostling they scatter one another's hearts full of grace.
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