The broken angel is a thing of sorrowful beauty
Like a little girl’s first china doll
With a cracked smile and tangled hair.
She walks in shadows and floats in tears as she reaches out
And touches nothing

The wise angel is a guiding force
A steadying hand on a steep stair,
A calming logic in an emotional haze.
She brushes minds with simple sense and quiet understanding
A smile playing on parted lips.

The angel of expression is a spiritual presence
Resonating beyond reason and cognative perceptions
Touching emotional depths and concepts unspeakable.
He brings people together to share their passions
And is loved and respected for it.

The guardian angel is a stoic shield
Like a lioness protecting her young
Powerful and tender.
She comforts the fearful with one hand
And holds danger at bay with the other.

The cherub, the cherub, is a joyous presence
An energy and youthful perfection
With eyes like a summer sky and lips like a Christmas bow.
He soothes the aches and pains

And softens the hearts of all he meets.