Varieties of angels, like varieties of love, are many.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

Movies can provide tear-inducing or comically-entertaining representations of love, but many agree that its deeper conflicting complexities often seem unfathomable.

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.

With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.