Angels come into your life
and light you up
and give you support
if you let them.
I’ve been falling in love with so many people here.
They seem like little angels.
And I almost get a heartbreak
when I have to leave them.
Angels are those
who offer you yerba mate on a bus and ask what your story is.
Who also read Paulo Coehlo.
Who ask to hike the same trail together the next day since you both are solo travelers.
Who lend you a sewing needle because you were seen searching the ground for the one you just dropped.
Who say, “I’m glad I ran into you again; I was thinking of you.”
Who offer you a peach in exchange for water in the bus line.
Who say to you, “You are always invited, you never have to ask.”
Who tell you they miss you.
But angels are also
those you may not see.
Who suggest you smile instead of frown.
Who remind you that you belong here.
Who tell you that you don’t have to do anything or give anything to others in order to receive love.
And that others don’t have to do anything or give you anything in order for you to feel loved, either.
These are all angels.
Angels can be there only for a moment.
Or they can always be there.
Those who are angels
become angels
depending only on how they make us feel
and if we give them that name.
Angels are only fleeting feelings of pure joy and acceptance.
They are within others.
They are within you.
They can be anything,
And no one at all.
Ali Walks Around 