"For one who doesn't believe in angels"

[butterflydreaming]

An archangel with his sword of flame
Raised to strike a righteous stroke
Would not feel the passion that I do
As I unfurl my shielding wings;

Unlike the Guardian at the bridge,
Whose placid face smiles without concern
For the bare feet and the path's sharp stones,
I am ruffled with worry
Because the protection that I can offer
Unseen, un-prayed-for,
Inadequate to the dangers I can't know
May also be unwanted.

The one who journeys, burdened,
thinks himself alone on this unmapped road;
I watch over with lips silent
A touch lighter than the brush of feathers
the Uninvited.