We may not see them or hear them. We may not feel their presence, but they are all around us no matter where we are.
Angels are a gift to us from the Supreme Deity. They are the continuation of love, which never dies. Angels are winged spirits, which have been joyously set free to rise and expand - to seek and achieve ultimate intelligence.
Angels are the uninhibited and ageless celestial beings who emanate goodness, innocence and loveliness. Some are sprites who ride on the tails of comets and play among the stars. There are those who sit dangerously close to the edges of clouds, shaking their heads as they look below at us, as we reject their counterpart attendant spirits.
Angels come in many shapes, sizes and colors. Silver ones have been sprinkled with stardust. Golden ones have been touched by and reflect the rays of the sun. Some are the imperious white-robed sentinels of Heaven. But, all angels are messengers of truth and are immortal. Their wings are collages. Formed from the wings of fallen butterflies, they are woven together with silky, spidery webs sacrificed by their proud weavers.
Angels are never quiet. They are speaking in the gentlest voices in a breeze. They join their melodious, lilting songs with those of the swallows. Little angels jabber back and forth about their lessons in the art of "wing control" and how to ride on jet streams without falling off. They play the game of "see me - see me not" and gently blow about the seeded dandelion's fairies. The seven archangels are their teachers and guardians.
An ancient herald declared the coming of the Messiah. With him was a multitude of angels bringing to the earth, and the space surrounding the earth, glad tidings of great joy. Heaven's Child had left His place of supreme happiness and comfort to take on the form of man for the whole purpose of saving the world from sin.
Angels choose to be our companions. Unseen and unselfishly patient. They eagerly invite us to allow ourselves the privilege of coming to know them. Angels are good-will ambassadors who have found favor with God. He sends them to comfort us as we come to the end of our sojourn here on earth and to accompany us on our journey into the Light.
Angels are ultimately what we, and ours, have the promise of becoming.
I have a grandchild who slides down moonbeams, rides the tails of
comets and every shooting star. She brings me the gift of a seeded
dandelion fairy on my morning walks. Her voice is lifted in song
along with the warblings of birds. If I am very still, in the center
of a breeze, I can feel the softest brushings of her wings against
my hair. Her laughter joins with the laughter of earthly children
who, while in their young innocence, are open to the sheer pleasures
of discovery and limitless joy. That's how I know about Angels!
