An angel lives within my dreams,
protects me from all inner screams.
shines his bright light on tricks or schemes,
grateful to have him on my team.
He has no wings but pushes starts,
guards minds and soul, tugs open hearts.
Designs life’s scenes, then plays his part.
touches the sky to paint fine art.
Controls the minutes in each clock,
his powers can destroys strong blocks.
Effortlessly, removes all locks,
clears away thoughts ingrained in flocks.
Allows divine love to disperse,
bliss heals dark wounds so joy can burst,
Paints a true smile by smiling first,
sincere intentions, quenches thirsts.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy