Poems and Poetry: My Guardian Angel Watches Over Me

Soaring To Greater Height

My heart went up to God in sincere

Thankfulness that a pathway of my

Feet found out of mysterious dungeon

And straight to the warm arms of

Prosperity.

I’d be mumbling the superstitious incantations

Of the powerless; please God help me.

The look in my brown eyes were

Such perfect windows for my thoughts,

Wide and naked with torment and despair.

I took my case to God’s tribunal and the

Sovereign hand that created my frame

And put life into it provided me with

Guardian angels to watch me and guide me.

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