There's an Angel on my roof

sent from heaven above,

it came in response to my pain,

all from my Father of Eternal Love

The Angel protects me from evil

that comes in different forms to me,

in my weakest moments I need rest,

as the night whispers, tranquility

I whisper dear heart my Love

nothing puzzles God if you must know,

even when I fail to voice  a prayer,

God tenderly watches over my soul

Some are borne to sweet delight

I'm a lonely voice like sweet Emily,

in my purple shirt I thought of you

strong love weaves its own Poetry

If New Agers can imagine anything

than I can imagine an Angel protecting me,

bear with me its my last poem for awhile,

Psalm 91:11 proves my point exactly