Out of the whisper of a prayer
The winds shift, drawing my attention.
From the lush green of the space emerges grandeur.
With grace, the mighty presence stretches
To reach his full and powerful stature.
Blinking in awe and surprise
I see that which was always hidden from my view.
Beside him, with effervescent glory stands a golden guardian.
Rushing to take action to ready the path
She moves with radiant intention.
And within a matter of moments the call is made.
Without hesitation a gathering begins to form.
With a frolic of wings and golden light
There stands a representation of spirit.
Angels keeping the space with a protective energy.
Celebrating the intention and movement of
human connection to self and others.
All are in the presence of the served.
And we are blessed.
~ Barbara Bernard Miller