Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are Engel who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to Bewegen on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before Du can say “Thank you” oder “I Liebe you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They KISS our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are Engel who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to Bewegen on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before Du can say “Thank you” oder “I Liebe you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They KISS our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.