Bodies outside time and space.

angel sculpture on cemetery

Consider this illumination here now. Not quite us, and yet. Neither fact nor fiction, mortal or immortal. Who are you, and what? Illuminated form without matter, creature of eternity, yet not without beginnings of your own; how many of you are standing here now, on the point of this needle, stitching time? You move in space, yet are outside it, jumping through without passing. You know without thinking, sense without feeling, speak without words. Move love into light and back again. There is a common preference these days, not to see you. It is supported by argument and reason and other human tools, but for these you haven’t had much use. 

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

One thought on “Angel”

  1. A thought provoking piece… we are creators of a creation…yet the tools we sometime offer ignores our humanity with an escape of time as we know it is fading. Evolution of the material and digital world does not suffice to the external clock that is without a tick to see nor a tock to sound.

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