ANGELS: Under the Wing

In dark times, there is a deep longing to believe that somewhere a wing exists , a place of shelter not from the world, but within it. A protector’s wing, silent and strong, offering not rescue, but steady presence. There is a quiet hope in cosmic justice , not loud or immediate, but exact, like light finding its way through hidden cracks. And even when fear lingers, it becomes lighter with the knowing that you are not alone beneath this vast sky.