The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand;

the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. 

~George Elliot

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My prayers go to everyone mourning in Newton, Connecticut,

for the families of the children and staff in Sandy Hook Elementary School.


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To the angels


© 2012  Broken Sparkles


Let the angels breathe

Let the angels breathe

Stop and stare at faces without names, imagine
their spirits cornered on a street with no end.
Find a moment to forget, relax, embrace
the smell of ocean in winter, respect the dove’s flight.

Hold the moral from promises, beautifully broken.
Caress your conscience and let it adrift
across horizons, on the wings of fragrance and winds,
let January’s song set your mind free, let the cold go.

Make a sacrifice, help someone, accept the eyes of hope,
hold the serenity, be close to stars and orbits.
Become the grace, the purity of galaxies abroad,
let the angels of peace breathe, this is all we need

Santorini by Krissi Bondiotis


© 2011  Broken Sparkles