They walk in shadows, soft and light,
Invisible, yet always bright.
In every smile, in every glance,
They guide us with a quiet dance.
With wings unseen, they lift our hearts,
They heal the wounds, they mend the parts.
In darkest hours, they softly call,
Whispering strength to us all.
They are the kindness, pure and true,
The helping hand, the love that grew.
In fleeting moments, they appear,
A gentle touch, a word sincere.
Through trials faced and tears we cry,
Angels watch from up on high.
Yet some are here, within our reach,
In every soul they softly teach.
They are the love we cannot see,
The hope that sets our spirits free.
Among us always, near and far,
Angels are the light we are.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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Oh, we have a song for this! Angels All Around Us.
Lovely!