I had lost all directions.
I was falling - or rising.
On my way up or down
I met three angels:
One was always bizy,
one an angel of light
and one was like a gypsy.
Many times I felt the touch of their wings,
and I saw how they loved each other
in a way I was never able to love.
I saw how they loved the tiny angels
dwelling in their hearts
and I realized how much love
the tiny angels begged for.
I was still searching for my little nestlings
when the angels gave me direction and hope.
Now I have found my two little eagles
not yet able to fly, but some day
there will be a lot of noise in the sky:
tiny angels and eagles dancing up and down
in the safety of their caring parents.
This page is dedicated to 3 angels on the links page.