The Visitation Of Angels

Angels are always on the move. Karlheinz Stockhausen The only tears angels shed are shed because they despair of helping us heal our wounded lives. Oh, we are surely more complex than our primeval ancestors. It is an issue of degree. They lumbered into love and loss just as we do millions of years later. I have been told the angels watched over their vexed inventions of emotions, and affection, and love itself. The angels guided their clumsy but sincere growth into humanity. So why are we still creatures of ecstasy and grief? Why does our human fate move them so deeply? I have been told every night a dozen or more angels descend the Ladder of Ascent, and glide through the twilight air. Blending their presence with scents of lilacs and violets, they place the needful gift on a flat rock, or inside a flower circle, both artfully arranged so we will know the gift is heavenly. And then they withdraw into the shadows from which they keep watch over us in their inexpressible love all through the night. So I have been told.