The angel closes her eyes,
Filling her ordinary frame
With extraordinary spirit.
The kind of spirit
That stands undaunted before fire,
That trembles at the pain of a broken child,
That shields those who cannot shield themselves,
That spreads mercy like a salve,
That imperceptibly breeches walls,
That pierces darkness with a smile.
With the breath, the spirit expands and penetrates the fragile casing
Chasing away the residue of weariness and despair,
Toppling impatience and the futility
Of being merely one
Battling small parts of the inhumanities of humanity.
She opens her eyes
A deep whisper of Care
To echo in the vast turbulence .