Angels

Angels aren’t born,
They are formed,
Through,
Adversity, always,
Advocating for another,
Accepting,
That difficult times,
Are their territory.

Times when they bring,
What must all the time,
Be brought:
Love,
Joy,
And above all these,
Mercy,
Where there is none.

And knowing somewhere,
In those deepest depths,
Whose noise is only heard,
In silence,
That the reward is never earthen,
But eternal, winged.