We want to believe in them,
Like fairies at the bottom of the garden.
They must be around – if only we could see!
My Guardian Angel is not like Gabriel, or Michael
or any of those Grand Ones
She’s an ‘ordinary angel’ with kind eyes
And masses of compassion.
But she is definitely elusive.
It’s no good expecting her to come whenever I
call her name.
And that’s because she lives in an in-between world,
a world where humans can’t live.
though the veil between is light and transparent
And she can always squeeze through it,
quietly, when no one is looking,
when no one is paying attention,
when my back is turned –
for she doesn’t like to be seen.
Then, and only then, when my mind is empty and clear
And my ears are attuned to the sounds of heaven,
I can feel the swish of wings at my should
and a voice whispers:
‘Hey – are you listening?’

In memoriam – Ann died in 2025

Photo:  Angel, Stanford University, Palo Alto, California USA — photo by Ana Gobledale