“For he will command his angels concerning you: to guard you in all your ways. On their hands they will bear you up so that you will not dash your foot against a stone.” Psalm 91:11-12
We are all familiar with how angels are portrayed in religious paintings; beautiful ethereal beings, dressed in white with golden wings. Indeed we may have or have had a guardian angel of our own especially as a child. For many of us, our guardian angel may well be another person who looks out for us, sheltering us from the worst of life’s trials, while we take on that role in the life of another. These last two years have been especially hard on all of us as we struggle to cope with or without that guardian angel. A friend (who tells me I was one of her guardian angels when she was a child) sent me this poem this past week. It struck a chord in me. And I hope it does on you too….
Whenever I thought of angels, perfect symmetry came to mind,
A Christmas choir of thousands, confident and fine.
With golden wings all glittering, set against the cold.
Chiselled features, perfect hair,
Gowned in Royal Blue.
But then I caught a glimpse...
A different beauty hewn
Of craggy features, windblown hair
From battles she ensued.
I wondered if her feathers were ruffled and eschewed
As She travelled with great speed to keep me in her view.
I had to ask, I had to know
Our smiles reflected grew.
I found my voice and had to say:
"So THIS is really YOU?!!"
From deep inside her laughter boomed:
"I AM....I COVER YOU."
(~by Judy Imrie)
I’m sending this to all the battered angels out there and to all who have benefitted from their ministrations.
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