They are 'very' forceful, convincing...but they cannot 'make you' do anything. They can only tell you, train you...urge you toward a course. The rest is yours, on faith alone.
Angels are a danger, ranger. Buoys roll and rock, emergencies abound...near them! they need not the likes of us. We need them, and these 'messengers' come.
In your defense, I say...listen to each word, with deep respect, then think upon the thing...and act, in your own interest, but not a selfish one. They may come, another time...or not!
I am twenty years down wind, from 'another' such occasion...and I tell you, they have come here, at the 'quincunx' of my strange freedom. They lay, upon my back, the sword of heaven, saying: "Rise Sir Rise...if you can".
Am I only wise, or brave as well, has become my 'grave' question...and the answer must be given, in my own tongue. Now is the time of decision...at the edge...that I must leap from.
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: guardian angel praying, google pic
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