Guardians (Poetry)

We glimpse them in the clouds above —
pale ranks that flock together
spirits warmed by sun and breeze
all dressed alike in feather

And they appear in fleeting dreams
faint voices sweet with singing
bring messages of hope and love
the air churned wild with winging

Expressions soft their faces glow
with limitless compassion
for all the trials humans bear
no end to pity’s ration

Our guardians from birth to death
they mind the gates of sorrow
and lead us down Fate’s rocky path
to meet a new tomorrow