I can’t make the sun rise a moment soon
And I cannot speed the phases of the shimmering moon
But I have eyes for suffering
And I’ve got a little perspective on these things
And the one thing I can tell you is your light is coming soon.
So you be on the lookout for someone bearing light
And you’ll find yourself an angel to walk you through the night.
Angels don’t always have wings
But don’t you go thinking that they’re not around
Because my favorite angels, my favorite angels
Are the ones with two feet on the ground.
You’ll know them by their laughter
The way they touch your hand
In many shapes and sizes
They are known throughout the land.
Wishing you an angel
To see you through
To reflect back all the brilliance
That is shining from you.
© 1991 Pamela Cardullo Ortiz