His name is Philip
by Roger Hutchison
His name is Philip
and he paints angels.
Outstretched wings
against cerulean blue
sky.
Faces of children
and animal friends.
A gift for those who
need them
most.
Wings that are slender.
Wings that are open.
Wings that reach to Heaven.
Wings that protect.
His angels come to life
on blank canvas
on wooden panels.
Painted with unwavering focus
and the memories of those he loved the most.
Alexander.
Becky.
Harley.
Joe.
Born from his gentle heart.
Born from his thick fingers.
Born from grace.
With a gleam in his almond shaped eyes,
With hands and arms,
floors and walls
covered in paint
and love
Philip shares his holy gift.
One angel at a time.
With bold strokes and intense colors.
With childlike abandon.
Philip’s angels soar.
Philip soars.
And the healing begins.
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