“Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws”

“Death Makes Angels of us all.”

“They say that shoulder blades are where your wings were, when you were an angel," she said. "They say they're where your wings will grow again one day.”

“God gives us ministers of love,
Which we regard not, being near;
Death takes them from us, then we feel
That angels have been with us here!”

“We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.”

“For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast.”

“Until we fully awaken, the angels that come to free us will appear to us as demons, for it is not their prerogative to give us the unconditionally love that we crave. It is their prerogative to show us what is preventing us from giving and receiving unconditional love.”

“I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallnesss that I am. Against the daily death the iconography of wings.”

“In this dim world of clouding cares,
We rarely know, till wildered eyes
See white wings lessening up the skies,
The angels with us unawares.”

“The death-bell thrice was heard to ring,
An aerial voice was heard to call,
And thrice the raven flapp'd its wing
Around the towers of Cumnor Hall.”