You’re on my shoulder, my mother told me but I never believed her. How could you rest on my shoulder, you might fall!
I never thought of you being anywhere except everywhere. Why else would angels have wings if not to carry them where ever the need calls.
A hurried winged job to the soul because things don’t seem right between yesterday and today. “Solve it, dear angel,” we softly think without using the words.
No, no, it’s not the soul today it’s the mind that has filled itself with repetitive thoughts. Thoughts that go no where but continue to invade my mind, “help me, dear angel, to bring perspective to my thoughts and mind.”
Oh wait! It’s now in my conversation, I’m on the verge of saying something that I know that I’ll regret later but I can’t seem to stop myself…”stop me, dear angel, before I embarrass myself and the one whom I wanted to embarrass.
Wow. Are they floating now as I speak? Are they in the chapel proper or just within our minds? Do they hover, float or land where they are needed?
We probably hadn’t thought of the angels details but they must be considered. Are they always without and within or only when we need them? Did God created them or are they of our needed creation? And, do we really need them?
Oh wait! I feel one landing on my shoulder as I speak but I don’t really need a guardian angel right now or do I? Ah, yes, my guardian angel just told me that it is time for me to stop talking and begin Mass.