Angels

Sun goes down, darkness falls through the canopy, lost in the maze of forest I run disoriented in fear. A winged light flashes, I follow it to the safe pasture. I know I am not so lost that angels don’t find me. Monsoon storm pours heavy rains, the river swells up, my boat capsizes, I can’t hold on to anything nearby. Just before drowning I felt a hand hold mine, lift me up, I know I am not so lost that angels don’t find me. In trying phase of life, I lose a dear one and the sky falls, my heart breaks, as the pain I keep concealed within, I feel the feathery healing touch that let my life go on. I know I am not so lost that angels don’t find me. Though their seraphic flights are not in our view, whenever we are adrift, veiled by the darkest of time, their cherubic presence assures us we are not alone, for we are not so lost that angels don’t find us.