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© PollardAngels are not perfect, they are loving.
They work hard for our dreams, our fears and our humanity.
They take the shape of our most brilliant intentions and our most brutal failures.
Angels hold no vision of their own.
They accumulate and disperse the light of our hope and aspirations.
Angels have walked everywhere we have and cannot go where we have not, whether in our minds, bodies or souls.
My angels I honour your caring hands, your silent patience, your invisible worship, your whispered encouragement and your eternal commitment of serve and non-judgment.
You make my light worth living.
My angels I honour your caring hands, your silent patience, your invisible worship, your whispered encouragement and your eternal commitment of serve and non-judgment.
You make my light worth living.
