Poem: Walking Angels

They walk among us softly,
with footsteps made of light,
their shadows barely trembling
against the edges of the night.

No wings to give them away,
no halos burning bright—
just quiet eyes that notice
when your heart has lost its fight.

They touch the world with kindness,
a whisper in the storm,
a steady hand that finds you
when the world is losing form.

You’ll know them by the feeling
that something in you mends,
by the peace that settles gently
when you thought you’d reached the end.

For angels aren’t just creatures
that the heavens send above—
they’re the souls who walk beside you,
carrying ordinary love.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie