Angels

The broken angel is a thing of sorrowful beauty Like a little girl’s first china doll With a cracked smile and tangled hair. She walks in shadows and floats in tears as she reaches out And touches nothing The wise angel is a guiding force A steadying hand on a steep stair, A calming logic in an emotional haze. She brushes minds with simple sense and quiet understanding A smile playing on parted lips. The angel of expression is a spiritual presence Resonating beyond reason and cognative perceptions Touching emotional depths and concepts unspeakable. He brings people together to share their passions And is loved and respected for it. The guardian angel is a stoic shield Like a lioness protecting her young Powerful and tender. She comforts the fearful with one hand And holds danger at bay with the other. The cherub, the cherub, is a joyous presence An energy and youthful perfection With eyes like a summer sky and lips like a Christmas bow. He soothes the aches and pains And softens the hearts of all he meets.