Are there Human Angels?

What is it that I see?

I don’t believe in angels…

But then, what is she?

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She seems more than the familiar.

More than what I usually know.

Something more than lips and curves and laughter.

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What is she made of if not divinity?

If not fairy dust or an immortal’s stroke of luminescence?

If not proof of life, lust, and love?

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She walks both through the world and among the stars.

She speaks in melody and laughs in jingles.

She creates not just a charge in my skin, but a stirring in my soul.

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Who is she?

More human than a human.

More than the opposite of man.

More than the definition of woman.

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She is…the godliness we seek.

The beauty we cannot fathom.

The sacred we cannot supervise.

The burden of distracting awe we cannot comprehend.

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She is deeper than we can see.

Further than we can feel.

More expanded than we can imagine.

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She is the icon of all things possible.

She is the epitome of potential.

She is what all men seek to find.

Not made by heaven…but by some sort of human eternity.

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There are people in this world that leave us in awe. They turn our heads, and strike us dumbfounded, not just by the way they look, but by something they carry. Invisible. A something that we can’t define, that we can’t know anymore than a fire that draws us in.

It’s not what they do or even who they say they are. It reveals itself without words and despite beauty.

Is it a gift they have? Or is it just…life without fear? Life with intention? Love of existence?

As far as I know, this is the only way I can define it. And maybe it’s different people for all of us. Maybe the pull itself depends on who we are ourselves. Maybe it’s a sixth sense we all have, only stirred by the people who are supposed to wake us up to life, make us curious, give us gratitude for the world’s infinite potential.

I see this in certain women mostly, but not entirely.

To me, in women, it is the essence of what I want and need in my life. In men, it’s quite possibly a recognition of what I’m called to be.

And the only reason this makes sense to me is because of the opposite. The people I feel wary of. The ones who scream danger and chaos. If I am sure of who I need to keep a distance from, is it not obvious then that I also will feel the pull to others, regardless of what I do and do not know about them? Before we speak? Before we share ideas or laughter or purpose?

I think that’s what divinity is.

That’s what human beauty and spirit is.

It’s the magnetism between those in the world that make a difference in us, regardless of what we know about them.

It’s the forgotten wisdom of human existence. The sacred scroll of human connection.

And even if I only pass it by, I find appreciation for it. I let the moment be soaked in what that means for my own soul.

A reminder of what life should really be.

And that’s who “she” is.

Truth and Love, Reader.

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