Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly embracing each other

The City of Falling Angels

The only angel who sees us now watches through each others eyes.

Let us not be justices of the peace, but angels of peace.

Today is about the angels who are watching over us -- helping us to heal and helping us to remember.