Like colors of fingerpaints, they come.
Drawing their own designs in your soul,
leaving their watermarks on your heart.
Those not seen can be felt as
a gentle whisper in our ear,
a brush against our arms, so near.
A gentle rush of air that
lifts strands of hair, yet we know
that no one is standing there.
An old man on the street with gentle eyes,
a child that stares at you with
a knowing look and secret smiles.
Sometimes it is a poem bringing
a burst of laughter and joy.
Reminders of young babies
with a new toy.
Or words of pain and sadness so
intense, tears begin to flow.
Your heart feels broken
but you already know.
No matter the way they appear,
Invisiable to the eye or
in person, of someone dear,
Look up and understand,
if a feather floats down, as if
from nowhere, or a raindrop touches
in clear, sunny sky.....there an Angel stands.
In the Heavens they may abound
but always remember this,
ANGELS ALWAYS FLY
NEAR THE GROUND!
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karen
this is a Beauty~
