Angels

Stubborn and fierce

I both stumbled and grew

Yet the prayers of my angels 

did carry me through

No mans devise,

To whom credit is due

Was it fate or good luck?

I haven’t a clue

Why such gifts I was given?

I unseemly receive 

There are angels surrounding

As I struggle to believe

Like water in hand

cupped in place and then spilt

Grasping for answers 

When nothing was felt 

I look inwards to reflect

To muster courage in me

I seek for inner guidance 

To set myself free

To touch is to feel 

To think is to know

To rely on my flesh 

Just to learn how to grow

I envy the ones

Who give it their all 

With faith in the unseen 

Even when they do fall 

But that’s not my lot

And the burden I bare

Is to learn to see and feel

The angels that are there

Eyes closed and hands clenched

I will stumble and grow

Yet the prayers of my angels 

Will carry me home

Painting by Brian Kershisnik entitled "She Will Find What Is Lost"