“In heaven an angel is nobody in particular.” ―George Bernard Shaw
Among the ranks of angels in sanctuary niches,
everyday angels are up there in the bleachers.
“It is impossible to see the angel unless you first have a notion of it.”
They are not released from marble by sculptors of renown,
nor distilled from chips of philosopher’s stone.
“Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings.”
One may be called Mother, if not Teresa, or Mister, if not Rogers,
but by any name – Sister, Schweitzer – they make neighborhoods nicer.
“A man does not have to be an angel in order to be a saint.”
Everyday angels radiate the aesthetic eminence of the multitude,
in friendly servitude, from sanctuary niches in the neighborhood.
“Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.”