Some people believe in guardian angels,
or that Jesus looks down from on high
to cast a protective gaze over us.
Some think that ancestors from beyond the grave,
keep their eyes on us (which sounds morbid to me).
But maybe we look over ourselves.
Maybe we travel back in time to when we were children,
–broken, lost, confused, abused, disillusioned
and we visit our former selves,
walk the twisted paths that mishaped us,
to find our wandering child,
then we sweep down in angelic mercy
drive back the darkness,
embrace that child,
feel the pain,
share the load,
weep the dirt out of the wounds,
and create a new reality.