We have to
stop chasing
angels.
Like
milkweed on the
wind.
Like dandelions
on the
breeze.
We have to
stop chasing
angels.
Like white
cresting waves
on the sea.
Like smoke
from a
warm fire.
We have to
stop chasing
angels.
Like sand
pouring between
our fingers.
Like time
flashing before
our eyes.
We have to
stop chasing
angels.
Besides, we
wouldn’t know
what to do
with one if we caught it.
Chase love,
chase hope, chase our
better nature
and leave the angels
alone.
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