The wisps of angels’ wings gently brush my face.
Their soft, furry feathers wipe away my tears.
I feel them fly in delicate winds, as they trace
my footsteps fore and aft.  They fill my ears
with whispers -- and sing me melodies of Shanti’s grace
as they carry me lovingly, gently through my years.
Their glorious light calls to me through space
and time, piercing my darkness and silencing my fears.

But for all this, the joy of light divine
is fallen short and I must set the glass
to reflect it into my deepest dark.  They guide

me down the lovely paths, but I must align
my being to the light.  My angels dance
and sing to me for love, yet still I hide.