Whispers of Angel

Beneath the vast and endless skies,

Where moonlight lingers, stars arise,

A realm unseen by mortal sight,

Dwells beings bathed in holy light.

Their wings, like whispers, soft and wide,

Unfold with grace, a heavenly tide.

Each feather holds a sacred hymn,

A song of love that never dims.

They tread the bridge ‘tween earth and air,

Carrying hope, dissolving despair.

Their voices echo through the breeze,

In every rustling of the trees.

By dawn’s first blush, they paint the sky,

With hues that make the darkness die.

By night, their presence calms the heart,

A shield against the world’s cruel art.

They guide the lost with gentle hand,

Through desert storms and shifting sand.

When life’s sharp edges cut too deep,

They cradle souls and bring sweet sleep.

Their eyes, like mirrors, see the pain,

They weep for us in heaven’s rain.

Yet, in their tears, compassion flows,

A balm for wounds no mortal knows.

Angels guard the silent tomb,

Their wings a shroud, their breath perfume.

They lift the weary spirits high,

To realms where no one says goodbye.

But angels, too, have battles fought,

In realms where darkness ties its knot.

Their swords of flame, their steadfast grace,

Hold evil back from sacred space.

And yet, not all wear robes of white;

Some walk among us in disguise.

In tender smiles, in hands that heal,

Their love is human, yet surreal.

A mother’s touch, a stranger’s care,

The whispered words of heartfelt prayer.

In every kindness, angels dwell,

A glimpse of heaven’s boundless well.

So when you’re lost and feel alone,

Remember this: you’re never on your own.

For angels walk where hearts are pure,

Their love eternal, strong, and sure.

Beneath the stars, beyond the veil,

Their songs of hope and peace prevail.

Forever guiding, ever near,

The whispers of angels calm our fear.Their hands are soft as morning dew,

Yet hold a strength profound and true.

With every step, they weave a thread,

Binding the living to the dead.

In gardens wild and oceans vast,

Their presence lingers, unsurpassed.

In mountain peaks and valleys low,

Their love flows steady, soft, aglow.

When storms arise and tempests roar,

They lead us to a safer shore.

With wings outstretched, they form a shield,

And broken hearts, to them, are healed.

In dreams, they come, so pure and bright,

To fill our souls with sacred light.

They speak of faith, of love, of grace,

And guide us through life’s fleeting race.

Through centuries, their tales remain,

Of mercy’s touch in times of pain.

They’ve stood with kings and walked with slaves,

A beacon shining through the haze.

In holy books, their names are penned,

Messengers the heavens send.

Gabriel’s horn, a call so clear,

Michael’s blade to vanquish fear.

Yet even those whose names we lack,

Who quietly tread the humble track,

Are mighty still in their intent,

Their every act divinely sent.

Oh, angels bright, we call to thee,

Guardians of eternity.

When shadows loom, when hope feels far,

Shine down on us, a guiding star.

And when the final breath is drawn,

When night eclipses life’s pale dawn,

Let angels lift us, soft and high,

To endless realms beyond the sky.

For in their care, all burdens cease,

Their touch a hymn of lasting peace.

Forever bound to heaven’s art,

Angels dwell within the heart.Through every age, their light remains,

A balm for sorrow, cure for pains.

They walk unseen, their whispers clear,

A melody for hearts to hear.

They linger where despair takes hold,

Where tears fall fast, and nights grow cold.

In every shadow, every cry,

Their presence answers, “Do not die.”

They lift the weak, the tired, the small,

Their hands a cradle when we fall.

When trials rise and faith runs thin,

They fan the flames of hope within.

In moments when we question why,

When grief pours out and spirits sigh,

They weave the stars into a net,

To catch the dreams we can’t forget.

At every crossroads, every choice,

They speak through life’s mysterious voice.

A nudge, a sign, a sudden flame,

A silent force without a name.

They are the thread in fate’s great loom,

That turns despair to hope’s perfume.

Each fleeting moment, each embrace,

Carries their touch, their boundless grace.

For angels know the price of fear,

The weight of loss, the sting of tears.

They do not scorn our earthly plight,

But walk beside us through the night.

And when our time on earth is done,

When we have faced the setting sun,

They’ll bear us on their wings of gold,

To secrets heaven’s gates withhold.

So cherish life, and love, and care,

For angels thrive in hearts that dare—

To give, to heal, to dream, to fight,

To spread the warmth of heaven’s light.

For in each soul, an angel stirs,

In acts of kindness, love transfers.

And as we live, let this be known:

Through us, their glory will be shown.