Learning to Live… Through Jesus, Our Neighbours and Each Other

ADVENT POEMS (4)

The Singing of Angels

Howard Thurman

 

There must be always

remaining in every life,

some place for the singing of angels.

 

Some place for that

which in itself

is breathless and

beautiful.

 

Old burdens become lighter

deep and ancient wounds

lose much of their old hurting.

 

Despite all the crassness of life,

all the hardness and

harsh discords,

life is saved by

the singing of angels.

 

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