I recall being taught how to pray with prayer hands
and how an angel perches on my hands
whenever I pray.
That image sticks and carries me through
some dark times
when praying for those in need
is all I can do.
During those times
I trust Benevolent Beings
will assist those in need
and exceed all expectations
in surprising ways.
I pray for the young man
who now is accepting help from family.
May he know is is now and forever loved
by the source within him
that connects us all.
May he awaken in the morning
and notice the colors are more vibrant,
The sounds sweeter,
and the blankets softer.
There are angels among us
Maybe perched on our hands.
For sure they await
and allow the light to shine
through after the rain.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers