Angels In The Trees Poem by Jim Yerman

I've always believed angels can speak to us.
They speak in voices soft but clear.
If we take the time to listen.
If we take the time to hear.

And I use to believe angels were skittish,
unwilling to be seen…day or night.
Happy to watch over and protect us
while remaining just out of sight.

Today on our morning walk we spotted some angels…
resting on the leaves…
of a tiny tree by the side of the road
which leads me to believe…

Angels are always close at hand.
Perhaps they drift in on the breeze.
Perhaps they hide beneath our shadows
or linger in the trees…

And it's only when we open our minds
that we are able to free them…
and only when we open our hearts
that we are able to see them