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 soul mate
the spirit of mother
the wise one
the sharer of words
the smallest angels
I am daily surrounded by love and light,
by blessings and spirits unyielding,
for them – and you – I am most grateful.