A Holiday Poem
The Singing of Angels
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.
Written by Howard Thurman, spiritual advisor to Martin Luther King Jr., and published in The Mood of Christmas.
This holiday season may you find that which is breathless and beautiful in your life.
- Angela, Nancy & Denise