Angel

Out-stretched arms
unseen to us.
Halos and wings
that were once made of dust.

Something there that
you can't quite explain.
But with honor and glory
you bow to their name.

They help us in some
mysterious way.
Through God's love and power
they are here to stay.

I don't think of them as
the 'guardian angels' we all want.
But more like a power
we can never confront.

It's nice to think
that someone's always there.
Helping you and guiding you,
giving you nothing to fear.

But you must remember,
they don't appear as we want them to be.
And they are not meant
to be seen.

But they are with us
through our Savior's love.
Like the wind under
a flying dove.

Hillary G. Bates (8-10-98)