If If If... (a poem)

What language would I use to tell you about the sky? The language of swans? or starlings? What about the Sea?

Would I  have to learn the language of dolphins or whales?

And if I knew the language of the sea I could explain the depth of my love and pain.

And if I knew the language of the sky I could have thoughts as clear as air.

And if I knew the difference between those languages I would know when to breathe and when to stop.

I would sit at the bottom, where you are allowed to keep still and it is impossible to hurry.

All Angels

I promise, every bird and every cloud is really an angel.

And I have understood my place on Earth.

Though I don't have the words to tell.

Am I as important as that pink swirl across the October sky? 

'More.' Came the answer. 'Even more.'

And if you understand that angels are in everything,

Then you will know that we are all angels.

Starlings

I'm going to sit on the edge of my bed and watch the sun go down.

Or watch as my part of the world sails away from it.

I should be somewhere else, and I'll probably be late. But it doesn't really matter at all.

Can you see the starlings meeting in the sky, swoop and swarm, finding the path.

How many? hundreds, more, circling of golden flight. Can you see them? Can you see them?

Now imagine they are angels.