Angels around us


Sunday morning poetry. Church: words spoken to me, shared lovingly with you.
My second chance to shape my faith every Sunday for a year.

first glance I saw another angel and pausing i saw an extraordinary person

Man is raw without thought.
Sharpened by chisels
scraping away
to find the form
layered beneath rubble.

Refined by wisdom
of ages past
both evil and goodness
standing back to back
afraid to hear the other.

Proverbs 27:17 As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.

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