Angels Are Everywhere Poem by Nancy Crossman

Angels walk among us,
But they’re very hard to see.
No wings or halo do they have,
They look like you and me.

The thing that makes them different,
Is the kindness that they show,
To each and every human being
Everywhere they go.

When a homeless person reaches out,
And most of us rush by,
The angel will not question him,
It doesn’t matter why.

Angels don’t’ see colour or creed,
To them we’re all the same
An open mind is a beautiful thing,
And it’s their claim to fame.

Angels never need reward,
For the service they provide.
Recognition not what they seek,
Their conscience is their guide.

Take a look inside yourself.
Could there be an angel there?
You may not have to look too deep,
Cause angels are everywhere.