Descend To Me, My Angels. Poem by David Boyce

Descend to me, my Angels,
With wings of winter frost.
You know how much I treasure you,
And how I'd feel so lost.

Descend to me, my Angels,
In shimmering, holy light.
Though we feel your presence near,
You drift beyond our sight.

Descend to me, my Angels,
When shadows cloud my mind.
Lift me through this heavy grief,
And help me peace to find.

Descend to me, my Angels,
With your celestial grace.
To calm my spirit and my soul,
Within this prayerful space.

Descend to me, my Angels,
Like clouds in golden air.
Let me feel your warmth nearby,
A light beyond compare.

Descend to me, my Angels,
On wings of spirit-love.
Gliding down from heaven's height,
Like a peaceful, snow-white dove.

Descend to me, my Angels,
Whenever I may pray.
And walk beside me till the dawn
Of God's eternal day.

Written by David Boyce
22 April 2026