Guardian Angel

As I lay in bed at night. 

I question the Universe with all my heart and might.

Somewhere between deep and dreaming.

A sweet sound of an angel came in streaming.

Dear Child. Who am I? You often do ask.

I am the voice of all souls present and past.

I am the spirit who saunters in the breeze.

I am the sun that shines brightly with little effort and ease.

I am you, I am me. I am us. I am we….

I am the woman you see in the mirror.

I am the man you yearn to be nearer.

I am the voice of the wind, soft and shrilling.

I am the sweet sounding music of water trickling.

I am the embrace of our Earth Mother.

I am the love of our Heavenly Father.

I am you, I am me. I am us. I am we….

During the gentle rain, 

I am the water that nourishes every living thing.

Even in the coldest of hearts. 

I am the fire that burns….

Never still from dusk to dark.

Dear child of ours, theirs and mine.

Don't be shy to ask. When? how? or why?

Some questions will go unanswered even as hard as you try.

And some answers forever unquestioned with every breathe and sigh.

You are always the teacher and forever the student.

Never ever be afraid to ask and comment...

I am you, I am me. I am us. I am we….

As the eagle saunters through the sky, he never asks where or why.

When dreams seem further than the stars above...

Fill your heart with songs of laughter and love.

Forever and ever since time began…

All that is and is that am,

It's every bit a part of our wondrous God's plan.