The air supporting the wings of an angel is the breath of a whisper of God’s love.
At the centre of all creation is love – in the rain, the earth, the petal of a flower, the fur of a kitten, the wing of a bee. Love is in the sleeping face of a child, the song of a blackbird, the twinkling of a star. Love is in the roar of the ocean as it crashes on to the shore, the delicate intricacy of a snowflake, the lightness of a feather.
Love is in a whisper, the whistle, the rustle, the rush, the strength and power of the wind. The same wind that fuels a tornado also gently caresses your face in the breeze. The wind that carries messages of fortune or disaster is the same wind that gives support beneath the wings of an angel. Your wings too.