There are no wings or halos to set them
apart,
simply the glow of a warm, loving heart.
A hand to hold and a heart to care,
a gentle touch and a whispered prayer
that all my sorrows will fade away
like the withered sun at the end of day.
I walk among angels, yes I do!
And these angels of mine are friends like
you.
Thank you for being an angel in my life.
and behold them frequently in spirit;
for without being seen,
they are present with you.
*St. Francis de Sales