Wearing wings might be too much, but I've got the aura down.
Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Angels can fly directly into the heart of the matter.
In the silence, hear the whispers of angelic voices.
In the depths of darkness, shine with angelic light.
Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'
In the stillness of dawn, hear the songs of angels.
Angels are all around us, all the time, in the very air we breathe.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Angels are the guardians of hope and wonder, the keepers of magic and dreams.
The wings of angels are often found on the backs of the least likely people.
A heart filled with love shines with angelic brilliance.
Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.
In every act of kindness, glimpse the face of an angel.
In the stillness, find the beauty of angelic presence.
In the quiet moments, listen to the whispers of angels.
In the presence of angels, feel the peace that transcends.