The Guardian
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The Angel Guardian
A mile from Heaven's gate
Where shadow begets mystery
And all times lost forgot
To broken channels of history
The words that condescend
Odd like a minstrel's meaning
Bear fruit from no man's garden
Nor limit without reason
For there the angel waits
Watching in safekeeping
To guard my cherished soul
From infliction and from wrongdoing
The angel guardian true
Awaits without condition
Becomes my saving grace
Heavenly, unselfish, altruistic
And so I sit and pray
To end the evening's bliss
Unharmed another day
The angel, I thank for this
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