Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Angels can fly directly into the heart of the matter.
Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'
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.
Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.