Sometimes I think

angels descend from their heavens

because they have to see how we are.

…

Their temporary home is here with us,

but they already have lived thousands of lives

and keep coming back to this world.

Sometimes in different shapes

a tree, a bird, a beating heart.

…

You must be an angel like that,

you were here long before too.

Could it be possible

heaven sometimes

isn’t enough?

Could it be?