Quietness

The sounds ceased, but, another begins. My own is heard, and his forgotten. Once led, now I lead again. Once I was a lost lamb, now I have found my way. I may be a wild horse, but my mane is glossed and free and with flame. God may have given up on me once, but now he sees my truth. That here I stand, proud and vain, for I have those very rights to inheret these games. I look to him and happily say, your lost angel is not so lost again.

For every soul here we land, we are each angels lost, wings forgotten, left in some shelf. We are each angels without wings, waiting to find our place in heaven again. Forgetting that perhaps this is the heaven that was meant to be, where we stand, where we look hand in hand.

For each of us are here to be the angel of one other lost angel. And two angels together, makes wings un-needed. Love, is the greatest wing of all eternity.

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What voices are lost to our mind, what voices we find of our own. We need not someone else outside or inside to tell us what, but just to know in the heart that we ourselves may decide, where our future lay, where our present stand.