My Guardian Angel
This morning on my walk I heard footsteps behind me…which in itself is rare…Rarer still, when I turned around…there was no-one standing there.
When I resumed my waking, sure enough, I’d hear footfalls behind me drop…and when I stopped to listen…the footsteps also stopped.
This only lasted a short while…I didn’t have time to explore…because as quickly as they began…I couldn’t hear footsteps anymore.
Which was confusing in the middle of my walk…for I’d sure like to know
where did those footsteps come from…and where did those footprints go?
I don’t think it was my imagination…making me hear sounds I could not see..Instead, I imagine it was my guardian angel…checking up on me.
Which led me to surmise…as I finished my walk alone along the street…
not only do I have a guardian angel…but my guardian angel has big feet.
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