Angel

A buffer between
this world and the next
must suffer extremes
and relish the test.
 
          A guardian am I
          of nascent souls
          among us,
          fresh to living,
          soft to sharp edges
          in a barb-wired world.
          New souls are loaned
          to me to love.
          It’s what I do.
          I’m the fluffy cloud
          that they fall into.
 
          Even so, to spare them
          of the earth’s intensity,
          the universe soon reclaims
          their energy,
          while the guardian
          with nothing to protect,
          is left
          with devastation and despair –
          An angel’s cross to bear.
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Erase wings from your mind,
as if not within our leagues.
Angels walk by our side,
and endure equally the fatigue.