Guardian Angels

Ethereal realms are unknown

In this world where we try to live

One must seize the moments life can give

And be strong against the stormy weather

But soft and gentile as a flowing feather.

We can stare at the skies above

But won’t see what we’re looking for

The ones we won’t be seeing any more

Still they will always be near and around

They’ll come from above, without making a sound.

Angels are meant to live in sanctity

There are so many places for them to be

Still they will always keep watching over me

And sooth my pain every time I fall

They will come whenever we urge to call.

Who understands what true perfection is

That lies in every early bird that sings

A white dove that gently spread its wings

Smoky clouds that slide across the atmosphere

Every sunset reminding us that God is here.

Heavenly music in our ears

When the rain falls in curtains of silver

In the whispering murmur of the running river

In the melody of the lonely shepherd’s flute

At nightfall before the resting night becomes mute.

I’ve never heard the operatic chants

That the angels must sing when they pray

Or the pure toned harps they might play

But down on earth heaven’s music is in nature

And every single note will echo trough the future.

We must not mourn for good

For the deceased who once were so dear

In our eyes they seemed to forever disappear

But they are alive, close to the heart

Arriving when needed, opening heaven’s gates apart.

If we whine about life, they'll suffer

Because once they lost their earthly existence

Life must be lived with love, not resistance

And our souls must be filled with spirituality

Let our heavenly guardians be remembered for eternity.