I see  Angels.  I see them in my sleep.  They are disguised, but I see them.  It does not surprise me that I see them in my sleep.  It does surprise me that I see them when I am awake. I see them in the steam rising from my coffee.  I see them in my lover's eyes.  I see them in the wagging tail of a friendly dog. Angels seem to be everywhere today.  When I was young I didn't recognize them.  It took years for me to become aware of them behind their masks. I see them in a 6- 4- 3 double play.  I see them in the faces of people posing for snapshots.  I see them in the designs of Frank Lloyd Wright. The Angels are the protectors, the messengers, and the curators of God's creations.  I used to imagine them holding flaming swords.  Now I see them holding microscopes focused on the details of life. I see them in the sweep of a suspension bridge.  I see them in the kitchen when the toothpick comes out clean.  I see them in the birds pecking for crumbs outside of the bakery. The Angels are not guarding me from danger.  They are showing me that there is less danger than I had thought.  The Angels shoo away the flies and let us relax in spite of ourselves. I see them in a well-executed parallel park.  I see them in the fact that airplanes actually fly.  I see them when someone laughs at my jokes. God did not need to make Angels.  God did not need to send them here.  He did and it has made life a more comfortable ride. I see them in the words of people of good purpose.  I see them in that some things are worth saving and others are not.  I see them in the minutes and the seconds. I see them and that they see me is the smell of a freshly mown lawn.

I SEE ANGELS