The Guardian Angel Poem by Daniel Brick

When a man opens his heart, for even an instant, the figure he perceives is his Guardian Angel. When he hears the call to the spiritual life, when his psychic substance is protected from evil,
when he meets certain mysterious figures in dreams, or even in waking day, who act out for him the drama of his own inner life - that
is the Guardian Angel at work.
Peter Lamborn Wilson

You know the night contains
all of your dreams. How they
are preserved; how they are kept
separate from the dreams of others
is a mystery. I only know
a window opens in your sleeping
mind and admits new dreams,
and probably expels nightmares
before it closes. All of this is
benign and reasuring, isn't it?

Soon I will summon you when
the moon is especially brilliant:
we will walk together beneath its traces,
and you can open yourself
to the influence of the night.
Into that dark light we will plunge
and blend our luminescence.
Who can say what will become
of this adventure? But I don't want
you to be afraid: I want you to be ready.

I have watched other angels
hovering just above their human
charges, and both seem intent
to reach a particular place
in the vast night space
that stretches beyond even
my angel-sight. You see,
it is I who have been
afraid, not you. Because
you are simply my beloved,

and I want to give you
this knowledge, this waiting grace,
this heightening. I was afraid
to lose you to some greater angel
who could guide you to wonders
I cannot apprehend. But now,
after I have absorbed your soul-wonder,
I understand, in this new place of being,
you may be Guardian, and I your charge.

Wake to wonder, Daniel. We cross this threshold....