My Angels
by Beth
They’re everywhere and everywhere
and they’re not there
we can’t see them; we can’t see God;
It would be too much
But they’re there.
They always have been there
and always will be
Sometimes you feel them
your back prickles and you turn quickly.
Nothing
I am not afraid anymore of pain
of grief
of evil spirits
of death
My angels will always protect me.
Always.