I believe in angels do you?

I believe they are here with us and serve as messengers, guardians and protectors.

Now as you are reading this you might say yeah, some people are so good they are angels. What I am talking about is different than human virtues of goodness.

For many talk of angels is like mentioning the tooth fairy.

Holy texts mention angels throughout and this is not a new concept.

The following poem is a description of angels among us. You can take from it what you need and leave the rest. My hope is that it warms you heart as it did when I wrote it.

When you open up your heart the light flows in. When you open up your soul God speaks to the divinity within.

At first I saw snow angels fresh in the snow. Years later driving home I saw two men in a pick up truck. In the back there was a gigantic man embracing another and his face seemed to glow. The angelic being looked up at me and smiled and I knew I saw an angel.

As a young woman when working in human service I saw angels in the addicted city streets. They were there among the people gathered on the corner and in the alley ways. I saw angels reaching out and holding hands and hair where people could barely stand or talk or stare.

Here I saw angels.

As I matured I saw angels in the morning light and at the end of day with fading rays of light. I  saw angels in the the homeless faces at the shelter working late at night.

I saw angels at the Sally Anne at the Five and Dime.

I saw angels in the bowling alley and at the gym. I saw angels beside the pick pocket pickers and those going for a swim.

I saw angelic beings at the pub and at the corner store. I saw angels helping lifting barstools and cleaning sky scrapers in tiny trolley cars.

I saw angels walking with the business men and the women of the night.

I saw the fire and the life in the waking hours and in dreams the visions of white light.

There are angels here among us.

Angels with us everywhere.