Guardian Angels - Poem by Rhonda Davis
There is a light beyond the tunnel's end.
I have shimmered in its brilliant beams.
All around glowed in gold as careless joy swept into my soul.
Met in time by another glowing figure.
Cradled in arms, giant and tender.
Gleaming from head to toe.
No pain, nothing but a yearning to follow this light so bright.
Whisked away across the lands, backward into the night.
A voice gently and large exclaimed: You must go back and finish what is at hand!
Awakened again to the world shivering in the cold light with the image of a guardian angel's face engraved into my brain.
I know they are waiting, guarding, and standing steady
until the chore of life is done and I am ready.
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