Silent Sentinel

In the ethereal world of promises we drift on angel wings of expectation. Held in the heavenly security of their embrace; captivated by faces of perfect love; in whom we completely trust. On earth we can know no such promise, for its comes only with our dreams. On earth we are tousled and tainted by worldly heaviness and overwhelming responsibility. Negativity gnawing at our soul; perforating hope, negating love, yet up above we are watched by guardian angels. They feel our pain, and grimace as the agony of living unfolds. They yearn to hold our battered spirit and infuse peace within it, but are thwarted as the rabid madness of the world takes hold. Angels watch over us and we can call them to our aid. Let us dwell, forever, in the ethereal world of promises.