Angels in the Hills

There are angels in the hills.
You can sometime see them
With the sun
Glancing from their wings
Drawn swords
The accoutrements
Of warfare
Beyond our power
Of sight.

But they are there.

The wisdom of kings
Proverbs of Patriarchs
Wait for us.

So many voices
Call from the hills.

This valley is a dreadful place
Full of betrayal
Pain
And weakness.

But there are angels in the hills.
Be still and hear them.
They speak
Between the flutter of hummingbird wings.

Listen

They say.

What has passed has passed
But will come again.