Every day, when I walk in the woods,

and my angels touch the leaves with

their wands, and make them glow in the last light,

I listen and look for the messages the angels leave,

for those who look for the color and light and love,

in the world.

What is the beginning of happiness?

What do sad people have in common?

It seems they all built shrines to the past,

and worship there.

The angels whisper to me

that life is ahead of me, not behind,

do not waste a day of my life in this world,

their messages are like soft clapping in the forest,

applause for the wonder, crisis and mystery of life,

Whenever love makes itself known, they say,

the heart claps too.