an angel was disoriented
and his wings were broken.
from the sky,
he reached out
who had lost faith and could no longer see
cutting through the clouds,
his tears splashed bitterly
against the leaves,
washing them in bits of scattered blue
and fading memories from heaven.
only the lake caught him,
folding round his water-logged wings
into a gentle, but relentless embrace.
—photo and poem by Lynn Langmade. Copyright 2013.