For the heavens to be what they once were
Angels dancing on the stars
God somewhere among them
They no longer play their harps
Angels dabble more in romance now
Human brutality crushes in from all sides
They cannot hold it back
The little brutalities and the overwhelming ones
Dreaming is disillusion
Blood is real
Believe that hope is the real angel
Only if you are willing to do the work
The work of a full human being
Giotto’s weeping angels
Know our human failure
And our courage to persist
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