"Angels"
Angels dance in sunlit glades,
With other creations...God has made.
Sprites dance lightly in the breeze,
Bringing peace..with joyful ease.
Angels come in many forms,
Some with wings...others born.
A real friend that chooses to stay,
When illness...will not go away.
As "loyal" friends, choose to neglect,
I take the time ...to pray and reflect.
And..call down to earth, those with wings,
To help me face the day's sad things.
From out of nowhere, God's angels come,
Staying until...their job is done.
Be it a kind neighbor..or the winged kind,
Angels will stay..when "friends" are blind.
God's angels choose to never rest,
Opting instead to face life's tests.
Illness comes...and good "friends" soon depart;
Leaving a vacancy...and a broken heart.
That one of God's angels...comes to repair,
Lord...thank You for angels...and Your daily care.
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Valentine