Beneath the heavens, wide and vast,
There are those whose paths in ours collide,
Moments fleeting, yet memories last.
Angels in disguise, so the whispers tell,
Cloaked in mortal guise, in plain sight dwell.
Their touch, a balm; their words, a spell,
In their presence, we rise, from where we fell.
How do we know when such souls are near?
By the light they cast, dispelling fear.
In acts of kindness, without revere,
In their departure, a trail so clear.
They ask for naught, yet give so freely,
In their eyes, the world’s pain, seen dearly.
Angels in disguise, guiding sincerely,
Through storms and calm, they love us purely.
But how to discern this grace, so fine?
In every act of love, their signature sign.
For when the heart speaks, in tone divine,
We know an angel has crossed our line.
Though they may leave, their essence stays,
In the ebb and flow of life’s ceaseless tide,
In memories cherished, in subtle ways.
Angels in disguise, through life’s maze,
Blessing us quietly, all our days.
In the journey of life, as we wander and weave,
Let us be angels, in whom others believe.
For in giving, we receive, and in departing, we leave
A legacy of love, for the hearts that grieve.
So, fear not the goodbye, nor the loss of sight,
For angels in disguise walk with us, in light.
In every kind soul, in every right,
An angel may well be hidden, holding us tight.
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