Where The Angels Walk Poem by Oliver Coleman

The angels watch over us
Our happiness is the creation of their laughter
Long white flowing robes
Smiles, brightest in the dark
Their footsteps bring about the very essence of life
Eternal shine
Beauty beyond definition
They look upon us with fond eyes
No judgement cast
Silent guardians of light
They are what you want them to be
Hearts more pure than spring water
That does not make them biblical figures
But saints who have lived and experienced
They understand our troubles
They listen when we talk
Some are in plain sight
We may choose not to look
But they are the hand on our shoulder
The air in our lungs
The strength in our muscles
And we are all endowed with their presence