Angels
Why do angels stand amongst us?
Why do we feel their presence?
Why do we only see fleeting glimpses out of the corners of our eyes of them?
Why do why still believe in them?
What do they mean to us?
What do we see when we look at them?
What does humanity believe you mean?
What if angels are us in a different place?
For angels are our messengers from above,
For they are as old as humanity,
For angels are our guardians,
For angels should bring enlightenment to all of us.
By Christopher Tye
A wonderful poem, I have been called an angel many times, I think it's because of all the wonderful things I do for people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What do they mean to us? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.