The angel sits on the grave, head down, hands folded. This is not a Bible angel of whirling eyes and wheels upon wheels, a “Do Not Be Afraid” angel. This is a people angel, a beautiful child with wings, something fragile and approachable, something small, not a protector but a comforter that maybe our small precious ones may fly, too.
An angel is a special being who’s presence makes one feel safe and protected, perhaps loved too. It can be anyone with whom you feel an entirely different level of comfort.
The angel sits on the grave, head down, hands folded. This is not a Bible angel of whirling eyes and wheels upon wheels, a “Do Not Be Afraid” angel. This is a people angel, a beautiful child with wings, something fragile and approachable, something small, not a protector but a comforter that maybe our small precious ones may fly, too.
An angel is a special being who’s presence makes one feel safe and protected, perhaps loved too. It can be anyone with whom you feel an entirely different level of comfort.