My Angels are Fierce
Their voices are guttural
They may have wings
But everything stops when they sing
They are cloaked in silvery gold feathers
They show up in every kind of Weather.
Ancient and eternal, always aligned with spirit
They make sounds but, in a frequency;
Like not just anyone can hear it
They answer calls
They break the falls
They stand guard
All at once soft, all at once hard
Their call is for freedom
Their signature gift is protection
There is no end to what they will do for you
and what they will do liberates those who suffer
And contains the violence
So, the freedom they call to us
Contains safety
So, we can rest from that
Bone weary exhaustion of fighting
They take us to the places
Of peace, calm and beauty
They re-write old stories
To replace injustice with wisdom
Within shimmering cloaks, they reside
From them only evil will hide.
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