Angels

Joe, friends Jamestown, RI Jul '12

Angels walk on earth.
I know their names and recognize their faces.
Some are petite and graceful;
others are strong and able to lift and carry.
I've learned that no one has to walk in my shoes to know my experience.
I need someone to stand, shoulder to shoulder, and hold me up when I can hardly stand
and
bear witness.

It takes a village to raise a child,
and, a village to help one die.
Someone once said to me, "What's it all matter?"
as if nothing does.
“Love matters!” is what I shout from the mountaintop.

DD