In your desperate plight
When the world has gone black,
And you scrabble to get a grip on your situation
And can’t get one…
You might pray for help
Even if God is an imaginary friend
And praying is reverting to a childlike state
You still might pray.
And here’s the thing,
God sends his angels.
They pick you up
They smile at you
They cry compassionate tears.
Some angels have familiar faces
And others are unknown
But the look in their eyes is the same.
If there are answers for you, they find them.
If there are none, they settle your mind
I pray that you find the kindness of strangers
And the kindness of friends.
You never see them coming,
You did not expect them.
They do not know they are angels
But God sends them anyway.
January 2017
Taid of Life 