The Angels gather in their millions

perhaps billions,

before the Altar.

They fly in

blanketing the sky

with soaring wings,

land softly

and move

toward the Altar

with quiet resolve.

Some exhausted,

Some crippled,

Some dying.

She stood before them

hands aloft

saying

"Come my Angels

now is the time for your needs.'

One by one

with each

she ministers to them;

all was still

despite how many

landed there-

an eerie quiet,

With one she patched a wing,

another received encouragement;

others still asked and received

new assignments.

A bloodied hand was mended

an angel heart renewed

sleep was all some needed,

others more than that.

At her signal

all raised their wings

and each covered one another underneath

in the Angel Salute to Angels no longer with the Angel Band

gone to be with Him.

There was too

Angel Music-

beautiful Angel Music.

These angels are

Earthly Angels

the ones who

look after the children,

the needy,

the poor, me and you.

They are with us every day

for our Betterment.

They take sometimes the harms

meant for us;

the burning spear pierces

their heart

not ours.

They stand between us and rushing death

some times

absorbing the blow.

.

Their eyes blind sometimes

rather than ours.

Blind angels,

nonetheless fly

guided only by

Good Intent.

Once an eternity

they all gather

to mend

and receive succor

from She:

The Angel of the Angels

who blesses each and every one

and looks after their needs.