He walks in beauty like the night

There are creatures on this earth so fragile, so beautiful, so extraordinary that it is surprising they exist at all.

Sheer goodness, absolute love walking among us making things happen that cannot possibly be happening and yet are.

I don't know how to find them, or recognize them.  In fact, sometimes I can barely believe in them at all, but they are.  That I know.

Perhaps they are the ones who spawn the myths and stories and tall tales of great riches being hidden right in front of our noses without us being aware of them.  We personify them as Leprechauns, or genies, or angels and then in our embarrassment give them mean twists as if to say, nothing is ever as good as it seems.

"If it seems too good to be true, it probably is" is an old saying and generally good advice, but not always true.

There are beings among us so good, so true, that believing in them is risky business, because it means having faith in dreams, knowing they can come true in the most unlikely ways at the most unbelievable times and be extraordinarily good. 

Something can seem too good to be true and actually be better than it seems.

If angels walked among us they would surely know our every thought, our every wish and every desire and they could see that it came true without us doing anything at all to merit it, if they chose.

Think about that.  Imagine it.  What is your dearest wish?  Not some noble wish to impress mankind.  Not some ignoble wish for gold and silver, but something that would fill you with love and contentment so deep, so rich, so fulfilling that everything else becomes simple.