Wishing for Angels

I'd like to think that angels were watching over me,
   blowing trumpets, playing harps, whatever it might be.

I'd like to think that somewhere there's a guardian whose task
   is simply to look out for me, without my need to ask.

It's not that I am special, when all is said and done;
   I'd like to think that there's an angel each -- for everyone.

No matter our religion, our colour or our birth,
   no matter if we don't believe -- our residence on Earth

being all we need to qualify -- no cause for any fuss.
   I'd like to think that angels were watching over us.

© Celia Warren 2016

Today a friend from Winchester discovered a special offer to travel by train on a day-return to Exeter at a cheap rate. He called to see if we'd like to meet up, and extended his trip with a local train from Exeter to Totnes, where we picked him up.

Drove to Buckfast Abbey, which is always lovely to see - quite spiritually uplifting even if you're not religious. Today my eye fell (or rather 'rose') on this angel, and inspired a poem. The weather has been like a day of gale-force winds, plus April showers - torrential rain, with bright sunny intervals - so we were able to have a wander without getting too wet, followed by a lovely relaxed lunch catching up. A nice surprise.

Hope you're having a good weekend, whatever the weather.