I don't know any angels.

Not like the ones in the Bible.

But I have met some who must be.

 

They have helped me walk through underlying worlds

of pain and decay just under the surface

of all the beauty I see in another sunrise.

 

And to appreciate the wonder I've felt

being next to those that have no wings or halos

or other decorations to show me.

 

I don't ever recall a biblical angel

speaking to me, or even trying

in some enlightened way.

Maybe I wasn't listening,

or maybe faith didn't want to bother.

 

The touchable angels I've known,

the ones without fairytale stories

and gossamer robes, have been there for me

in the broke-down times I've needed them.