North, South, East, and West,
Angel, visible, ahead of me,
Angels hidden by forests around me,
And everywhere God.
Angels created by our ingenuity, desire, and prayers,
Angels imagined in concrete absence,
And a deep, stirring call to me,
to us, to be the Angel,
to be the Angels the world needs,
to be the Angel the person near us needs
to give the message of hope,
to stay the hand of carelessness or evil.
God, when the hill we are climbing in the snow
at the end of a long day
shows us no angel towering over forest and freeway,
embolden us, grant strength of resolve,
teach us to be messengers of peace,
bearers of good tidings,
protectors of those unable to protect themselves,
people who create a path of security and sufficiency.
God, teach us to be the Angel.