Do Angels Really Have Wings?

There was a time when I was used to seeing angels everywhere, usually in church in those beautiful statues. As a child, every Sunday I went to church with my grandmother and I would look at the intricate angel statues. I would see that every angel had wings. I never really gave it much thought as a child but what were their wings for anyway? If Angels were spirit beings then they did not need wings, I thought, because they don't need to rely on the wind like so many God's interesting and beautiful birds.

So I thought and thought about those wings and said a prayer or two. I would pray with my eyes shut tight, I would try to imagine what angels really look like, was it true? Do they have wings?

One day while I was fast in prayer I fell asleep as I sometimes do. I realized I had fallen asleep and was waking. Slowly as I came out of the incognizant fog of sleepiness, the quiet darkness of sleep sluggishly rolled away its veil. While I patiently watched, I began to faintly hear, off in the distance the most beautiful sound. Glorious music, like I have never heard before! Harmonious music rushing through my entire being as I watched what was being unveiled.

I wandered closer, step by step; I could see a soft warm light off in the distance. "Am I dreaming...?" I said to myself. What is this that I see? I peered off further into the distance as the calm darkness gently rolled away. I could hear precious songs and see warm and beautiful loving lights. I realized then that Angels were singing. Beautiful music without the aid of instruments filled the darkness.

As I followed those beautiful sounds I began to feel the words get stronger and stronger. The light grew brighter and warmer as I moved nearer. Love indescribable was filling my entire being. I was much closer now and I could see, more clearly, off in the distance.... Angels gathered singing a song of love to God for all his mercy. I walked closer and the words of the song became clear and I realized then that I was singing all of those beautiful words! Praises to God and all that he is.

I sang from the depths of my soul and to the end of my being where the lines between who I was and who God was became lovingly blurred. I was no longer myself, I was encompassed in the light . I could feel the darkness untie its final strings as its veil slipped gently away. I was now more comfortable than I could ever imagined in all of my life. The peace was so awesome and the words, of the Angels songs, were thundering in praise. I was part of God and was singing words of praise with the Angels. Praises to God and all that he is. Praise to his greatness and mercy.

I realized I was still some distance off and I walked ever closer to the choir of Angels singing their songs in harmony with those awesome words. I still could not see the Angels because the darkness was gone and there were no shadows to help me see where the edges lay.

After singing more songs I realized I had a great chance to ask to see an Angel to find out what their wings really looked like. With that thought the wispy darkness began to gently retie its strings. A great sense of knowing rushed over me and it was clear that I could ask this question or any other that I wished. So, I asked...in loving songs with the words that I sang... God's song for knowledge....Do Angels have wings?

With that question the songs grew faint and the foggy darkness wisps slowly closer. I was standing once again within the calm darkness in which I had stood before on this journey. I stood there and waited. I wondered if there was something I was supposed to do. I watched patiently and I saw an Angel emerge from the light off in the distance. I could see, from the distance, that this Angel had wings. I thought for sure that my question was answered but I was still standing there wondering about those wings. I watched and the Angel continued to come towards me. As the Angel's features be came clear I could see wings more clearly. The wings were flowing with grace as the Angel drew near. The Angel stopped and I peered over the Angel's features. I could see a human-like figure with flowing wings.

I moved closer to the angel and I could see that the wings were beautiful flowing garments and did not look like the wings I had seen in church all those years as a child. Garments, beautiful flowing garments, moving with grace and harmony around the humanly figure with translucent edges some distance from what appeared to be the body.

I thought to myself at a distance those wings do look like what I had seen on many Sundays, so, has anyone ever seen angel wings up close? With that thought, the Angel turned around and I watched the slow graceful departure as the calm dark space gently clouded over and its veil was once again complete.

I drifted back through the clouds as the fog finished wisping in. The fog was no longer from an incognizant sleep but from knowledge and awareness. I was home again and with that thought I heard my self talking in a solemn and humble tone.

To the Lord and all his greatness and mercy for all that he is and ever will be, I am thankful for this journey with the Angels and for the gift of this knowledge. AMEN. With that I opened my eyes and realized that I had been in a wonderful place that started with a foggy incognizant sleep but ended conscious fully aware and awake filled with knowledge of all that is. Complete with an answered prayer........

Angels do have wings, just not bird wings.