I like to think that angels,
Paint the portrait of the sky each day.
They brush the blues together,
Feathering in a wispy cloud or two along the way.
They hang the stars out at night,
Tossing a dark blanket east to west.
Making sure the children are asleep,
Every sparrow in her nest.
They open up the flowers,
And send kites way up high.
Buzz with busy bees,
As they fly.
They crack duckling shells,
Sweeten each rose that smells.
They gather flocks together,
They gather flocks together,
Get them out of the weather.
Geese, sheep and more,
Covering them with wings that soar.
They even get us a shorter line,
Or parking spot at the store.
Yes, angels do many things everyday.
And they are guardians to us too,
Charged by God,
Overseeing all we do.
Rebecca Jones
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