“Angels guiding your way”

When twilight edges day with silent gold,  
And shadows curl in question ‘round your feet,  
Soft-winged, unseen, their quiet presence told  
By gentle whispers where earth and heaven meet.  

There is a hush—a sigh behind the air,  
A touch you cannot see but sense is true;  
In darkest valleys, kindness lingers there,  
A lamp of hope the night cannot undo.  

They guide you subtly—feather-light, yet strong—  
In laughter’s echo, in a mother’s hand,  
A sudden courage when you face the wrong,  
Or comfort only restless hearts understand.  

Sometimes their beauty glimmers on the breeze—  
A shaft of sun that warms you in the rain,  
A songbird chiming through the tangled trees,  
Or faith that folds your worry back to plain.  

You need not see them, yet you’ll always know:  
On winding roads that twist and turn—to stray—  
Above, beside, wherever you may go,  
There walk the angels, guiding all your way.

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