Possibility’s Angel

The angel fell inward,

evermore bound,

until curiosity found an end.

Content, he returned,

this being of light,

bearing hard-won shadows,

brighter for the contrast.

He’d earned the sweep of dark spaces,

the pain of distance from source,

the simple weight of things.

Cratered and scored,

his heart brims a first-hand kindness

for those snared by

stubbornness, denial and dread.

So he closes the circle,

dropping again without falling,

along that harried way.

He gathers

the bottomed-out,

end-of-the-line,

ready-to-return

and seeds them a promise:

Desire to desire to begin,

and I will hold to your side

as companion and guide.

He condenses possibility

for all who would be touched

and sparks hope

in the journey and its end.