
In quiet moments, when hope runs thin,
And shadows stretch their arms within,
I feel a warmth I cannot hide—
A whisper soft: an angel by my side.
No wings to see, no halo’s gleam,
Just steady calm within the stream
Of storm and silence, day and night,
A guiding star, a gentle light.
When doubt invades my waking mind,
You bring me strength I couldn’t find.
Through every stumble, fall, and cry,
You lift my gaze back to the sky.
I do not walk this path alone,
Though feet may bleed and hearts may moan.
Your unseen hand is always near,
To wipe each tear, to calm each fear.
You’re not a figure carved in gold,
Nor tale that only children told—
You’re courage wrapped in quiet grace,
A sacred peace I can’t replace.
So when the world feels far too wide,
I lean on you, my unseen guide.
For through the dark, with arms open wide,
I walk this life—an angel by my side.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
Aww, I love this, Brenda! I agree. We walk with our angels by our side.