My Guardian Angel
I never believed in divinity
Until I saw you...
And was brought nose to nose with Heaven
Staring back at me through your luminous eyes
I was never religious...
But the night I found you I fell on my knees
And sent up a grateful prayer
To whatever deified ears would listen
I couldn’t believe I had been chosen for this miracle
To receive my very own angel
I couldn’t believe you were real
I fretted and worried all that night
Tossing and turning in my strangling bedclothes
Hoping you weren’t some phantom of my imagination
Like those Jesus faces in the clouds
Or the shroud of Turin
I begged the gods to let you be real
And sure enough the next time I saw you
Your graceful hands caressed my cheek,
A shiver rippled through my bones...
Ghosts don’t have warm flesh
Ghosts don’t have thick black hair that tickles the nose
You were solid, warm,
You were real...
You were my guardian angel with translucent wings
Now I do believe in miracles
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