You and I are angels with broken wings
destined to walk this world of suffering.
Yet wings, like hearts, are forever mending
and we have much to give as we await our healing.
While scars fade and sinews knit and we feel the breath of the wind,
our hands can hold another whose heart is rending.
For all too soon the day comes when life is at an ending
and hand in hand with healed wings we find that we are flying.