Cherubs
They are around in many forms.
Human, spiritual alike,
Taken for granted into norms,
Now and then awaiting their strike,
Traveling upon heaven’s pike,
Angels are among us each day.
Though not seen, means nothing, I say.
Upon earth, they guide many souls.
Some that does, some that do not, pray.
Cherubs serve, God’s glorious goal.
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2010
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