A whisper in the quiet night,
A feeling that things will be alright.
A presence, unseen, yet always near,
A guiding light, to conquer fear.
Some say it's with you from the start,
A heavenly hand, upon your heart.
A silent friend, a gentle guide,
Helping you walk, with honest stride.
In faith, traditions tell the tale,
Of beings watching, never fail.
To guard from harm, to gently lead,
Planting hope, a vital seed.
Catholics know, an angel sent,
To help them rise, with pure intent.
Islam's angels, keeping score,
On deeds we do, forevermore.
Orthodoxy says, a friend so true,
A celestial guide, for me and you.
Modern souls, find signs so bright,
In numbers, feathers, shining light.
So listen close, and trust your soul,
Perhaps an angel, makes you whole.
A gentle nudge, a loving grace,
A guardian angel, in this place.
T.M.Solvang
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