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

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3 comments:

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.