. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Ministry of the Guardian Angel.

Wednesday, September 22, 2021

The Ministry of the Guardian Angel.


 


 (A lone voice whispers)

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It may be a memory of

Christmas's past


Of wonderful times that will always linger and still last 


I may be a beautiful lost sonnet echoing in the distance 


Making a quiet noise in fields of forgotten golden dreams


An extraordinary love song you may still hear above nightly screams


I may be a low whisper speaking such comforting illuminating truths within your beloved mind


A treasured memory you still revisit maybe all the time


I may be all these things and so many, many more


But even though I'm not standing beside you anymore


Just remember


It's just you I'll always adore


All my treasured memories may be painful as they too come rushing through familiar doors


But always remember


I'm now your heavenly

blessed protector and beloved guardian angel


Who's been appointed and duly summoned to help you to iron out


All those old emotions that still linger and last which you still feel are too painful to explore


Copyright John Duffy

A conjured piece from a low whisper.

Do you too believe in Guardian Angels?

I hope so.

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