Angels 1
Perhaps, it is a natural passage at this age,
but I find divine relief in my arrival.
“It’s not mine” and “so what?”
have joined with “what’s the worst?” and “oh well.”
How sublime is letting go when
“I wish the best for you” is genuine.
It’s like stepping over a threshold
or through a gate, and the angels
on the other side are smiling
and directing you to a comfortable chair.
Angels 2
Of all the details imparted into the minds of schoolchildren, I think the one that has served me best is that we all have guardian angels. Who wouldn’t embrace the notion of an invisible guardian who never leaves my side, whose sole job is to just be with me? In first grade, Sister Mary Edna said we could always talk to them . . . at any time. They were always ready and waiting to hear from only us; I was an angel's one and only assignment. I so embraced this partnership that I would sit on only half of my chair, because I worried how tired she must have been from standing (or hovering) always behind me, straining to see what I was doing from over my shoulder.
It’s funny how so much in life does circle back. In time, I forgot about my angel and went about life, pretty much angel-less. Now here I am, fifty years later, again talking to my angels. (Yes, now I believe I have more than one.) I have no idea what is real or not; my beliefs are shaped by what I hope, and guardian angels seem like a really fine idea.
My spirituality is so simple — if it seems good, it’s very possible. Metaphysics, mediumship, energywork, law of attraction, prayer — it’s all part of who I am, but what it all really boils down to (for me) is this:
Be good
Be genuine
Be grateful
Be kind
Whisper good night to your angels, and
fall asleep with love in your heart.
