Guardian Angels


Arms like wings reaching out;

The span of their love embracing the sky

the way they must embrace each other.

Their spirits fly in patterns

like birds migrating to a warmer climate.

They send signals to one another

for directions to the next generation,

knowing they will return.

Even winged creatures are rooted to the earth

that once released them.

They whisper their love in thousands of breaths,

creating winds that carry weight and water,

pushing rivers into mountains

and mountains into rivers,

turning the sun into the moon

and the moon into the sun,

Dispersing seeds into the earthen flesh

that is our bodies.

The nakedness of the world

is fertile ground for this nourishment.

As a butterfly seeks the center of a flower

and our feet sense the molten core of the earth,

so our hearts reach out

to touch the opening

in the mind of God.