A missive

I believe in angels 

Not those who sit on clouds on high 

Play harps, have wings that sprout and fly 

I believe in angels

Not those who dress in gowns of white

Beneath their halos, gleaming bright 

I believe in angels 

Not those who live in far off heaven 

But those unknown who we are given

Those who shimmer, those who shine 

Who put their own lives last in line

Those whose wings of love enfold us

The ones that listen and hold us 

Those whose wisdom is imparted 

And their words comfort the broken hearted

Ordinary angels

Gold that's undiscovered 

I believe in angels

Have you met my mother?