Heartbreaks never come as a convenience.
They roll through like hummingbirds
that decide the night is too long.
Too much energy, not enough nourishment.
They strain to stay awake as long as they can,
holding for dawn and risking the fall
frail fluttering wings that would blemish angels.
Heartbreak’s mortal beauty stirring.
The beauty of broken organs,
mortality make angels nothing less than God’s
personal, unwilling janitors of His perfect world.
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