Monday, May 18, 2009



The guardian angel of life sometimes flies so high that man can not see him; but he always is looking down upon us, and will soon hover nearer to us.


The angels may have wider spheres of action, may have nobler forms of duty; but right with them and with us is one and the same thing. Chapin.

Angels of life and death alike are his;

Without his leave they pass no threshold o'er;
Who, then, would wish or dare, believing this,

Against his messengers to shut the door ?


I see no light, I hear no sound,
When midnight shades are spread;

Yet angels pitch their tents around

And guard my quiet bed. Jane Taylor.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we sleep and when we wake.


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