Yes There Are Angels

Yes, there are angels.
They ripple through the sound of birds
and chime in silent snow.
They soar through your breath
and whirl in the cells of your flesh,
one toe firmly planted in emptiness,
limbs and garments circling,
left palm turned upward to receive
Being,
the other downward to bless
Becoming,
no wings, only
the weightlessness of grace.
Why not let them sing your body
tonight?