Thanks Giving

Michael shows up often, everpresent.
Before him it was Uriel, lesserknown,
weaving great gifts from remnants of loss.
Of the seven, these are my most familiar.
Of the lesser ranks, who move about
without Virtue of card or introduction,
there are too many to count:

my oldest salvation

the one of limitless joy

the healer

the soul mate

the spirit of mother

the wise one

the sharer of words

the connoisseur

the lover

the hawk

the smallest angels

I am daily surrounded by love and light,
by blessings and spirits unyielding,
for them – and you – I am most grateful.

Poem ©2016, Jen Payne

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