Ann Liddell
Angels & Poems

The Flight of Angels
Always unsettles us
We cannot tell its direction
Its path through the patterns
Of history is falsely recorded…
Only the beating
Of their wings returning
Can cool our madness
And destruction…
In the curve of their flight
Peace forms
When the shelter of their wings
Is gone; where should we hide?

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