Of hope and angels…

When my dad died one of the first songs that resonated with me was Angel by Sarah McLachlan.  It brought tears to my eyes instantly.  Over the years, whenever I hear that song, I smile, sometimes I get teary but I smile.  It has meaning for me.

Today on the way to my moms place, a week since my brother has been gone, they played this beautiful song on the radio, a song I havent heard in ages.

I sobbed, I almost had to pull over I was crying so hard.  It wasnt finished by the time I pulled into her driveway so I sat and I listened and when it was over I felt at peace, still sad, still confused, still a little bit angry but mostly at peace.  I truly believe that my brother is with my dad.  That they are happy.

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

9 Replies to “Of hope and angels…”

  1. Beautiful
    I have been think so much of you. Can’t believe it is a week already. Crying is good, and often we need the prompt of a song or something just to help get it all out

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