The View from Here

I like to think about the love of my angels,

Those who have gone on before,

Wrapped around me

Like ribbons around a present. 

The love of ages,

Of generations,

A shield of impenetrable power. 

When I feel fear taking root,

I remember them,

My fierce protectors,

And I stand tall,

Knowing when the ribbons unfurl,

There is only infinite love

Stronger than any pain.