Have you thanked your guardian angel today?
Like lions they roar in the dark.
Stalwart warriors determined to save you
from all circumstance.
They are the watchers, serious sentinels
of every page in the book of life.
Some say they are like the passionate puti
That flocked to aphrodite’s aid.
Armed with adoration their cherubic curls
Bloom with lilacs.
They are white winged seraphs not gray
Like god but still mighty in their own right.
Their halo always shines bright. Except when you lie or are blind to goodness, then the halo darkens
Like an angelic storm that only rests when you remember to be kind and compassionate.
Their vestment is the silk of heavenly harmonies, silver and cinnabar in hue, pure as the morning dew.
They play their harps to heal you when you are sick, and in times of trouble they raise Perseus’ shield,
mirrored so that evil might see its own face.
In the palpable loneliness of the soul, when you feel separated from all who live, your guardian angels
are there so you will know whether away or at home that you are not alone.