Under The Olive Tree

Waking Up With Angels

It’s easy to forget what it is like to wake up with angels. – even when you are still living with them.

Perhaps it’s the fires that we all go through – the soot and the grime – the smell of smoke. The breaking.

When you have seen your angel after the battle – or if the battle rages long – then during the battle - it is sometimes possible to get jaded to the angel hidden beneath the ravages of war and hate – cruelty and depravation that we all encounter. – Even the angel that is obscured by the tension and stress of our daily lives.

When it happens, and you have lost touch with that precious angel that God, in His mercy – has entrusted to you – then you have really lost something. You have “traded your birthright for a mess of pottage.” – The Ancient Texts

In all endeavors – the very heart of the matter is resolved when all – both small and great – give themselves without dissimulation or partiality (favoritism); or recompense – or guile.

Then, the light of love shines through – and you once again see your Angel – just awakening from a night of passion and intimacy, and love unfeigned – and of the sun, and the moon, and the stars.

YOU’RE MY ANGEL

You’re my angel

You’re my angel

Let me see you in the morning

Bathed in softness (in simplicity) and light

Take me with you in the daytime

Help me find you in the night

You’re my angel

You’re my angel

Touch me tenderly and sweetly

Tell me what you know is true

Give me ears so I can hear you

Give me eyes so I can see

Bridge: I’ve been lookin all around me now

For quite some time

(Won’t you put your hand in mine)

Asking everyone I know

I’ve been tryin to find a way to go

Away to go

A way to go

You’re my angel

Help me hear your song that’s calling to me

You’re my angel

Tell me what I really need to know

You’re my angel

Speak to me and show me where to go

You’re my angel

You’re my angel

Climbing up into the highlands

Never knowing what will be

If you’ll only take me with you

If you’ll just hold on to me

Take me up into the mountains

Walk with me beside the sea

If you’ll only take me with you

If you’ll just hold on to me

You’re my angel

You’re my angel

-The Fool