Poem July 17, 1995 Issue

The angels of my life*

Margery Vause Carlson

My angels wear no wings—
except the wings of Love
to bear me up
above the stony path
and help me soar.

My angels hold no harps—
their harmonies of Soul
annihilate the roar
of error's raucous call,
enfold in quiet song.

My angels have no halos—
the light of Truth surrounds,
encircles, shows my way,
and cannot be contained
in circlet on a head.

My angels fill my life
with Love and Soul and Truth—
are here to meet my need
in ways I could not plan,
and fill my life with joy.

*See Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health 581;4-7

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