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.