An Army Of Angels

I hear the beckoning, a call in the wild
I must venture out as though exiled
Don’t be concerned, don’t chastise me
An army of angels is summoning me
 

I may wander aimlessly but not alone
Away from the safety of hearth and home
The breeze of angels’ wings on my face
My only protection is their loving grace
 

We spend a while, my family and friends
I may cry or smile or even make amends
I return again and again just because I can
Though I don’t understand my maker’s plan
 

Grasping at a light touch in my hand
Slipping through my fingers like fine, dry sand
Time to return to a world that’s colder
With an angel’s wing across my shoulders