Angels Gather Here

Were I beside you I should take your hand. Pull you from your corner seat and place your computer down.

We would wander the rooms of your home. Every corner and every door. Rest a hand on those awake, and place a kiss on sleeping babes.

Your own.

Your reason to wake and your reason to come home. No matter what the day has brought.

I'd help you tell them they mean the world.

I'd steady your hand and I'd give you the words. To smooth a cheek and whisper love.

And you'd rest better knowing it's done.

For it is angels work - to talk of love.

Enough now, in our uncertain world... x