Left to wither in another place, An angel newly fallen from grace. She wandered the earth for some time, Searching for the ties that bind. A trail of tears left along the way, The angel with no one left to pray. And just when she began to lose hope, she felt the pull of a familiar rope. There they were, the familiar faces, of the people who prayed for her graces. They extended hands and held her near, and told her she had nothing to fear. Although she fell from heaven alone, The fallen angel had found her home.
CURATOR NOTE
Together? Do you see it in this photograph? I see a look of contentment. Of acceptance. Together, with her wings, she can deal with anything...