How could we have known, that afternoon, when we sat together on the blanket I had spread out on the grass and I leaned in close to you and held the buttercup under your chin, that the angel would come to sit with us? When his wings spread out, I could still see the sunlight breaking through the delicate feathers, haloing his head. “Why would you come here,†I asked, “on this afternoon, when so many are calling for you – people that are really in need?†We held our breath for his response and you said you felt vertigo looking into the deep black glass of his eyes. It was as if the whole world were a dream and only his eyes were real, like a gravity you could swim in. Dipping his long, tapered fingers into a jar of olives, he replied “Where else would grace occur, but between every inhale and exhale, here in the mysterious wonder of it all?â€
