Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Angels among us

When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn't before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?....

It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.

Wings of Desire



Lydia said...

O, this is wondrous indeed!

iNdi@ said...

who knows? i don't, but i still get out of bed each morning

d i a n a m u s e said...

I'm still asking these same questions. (I've not watched Wings of Desire for an age... seems a great way to wind down the old year and ring in the new.)

Thank heaven for angels - seen and unseen - among us.