Not all angels fall from skies above,
Some arrive quietly, disguised as love.
No wings in sight, no halo shown,
Just a steady warmth I’ve never known.
She doesn’t save me with grand display,
She saves me in the smallest ways.
In gentle smiles, in hands held tight,
In calming storms I used to fight.
Her laughter heals what words can’t reach,
A silent vow in all she teaches.
She sees the cracks I tried to hide,
Yet stands unwavering by my side.
If heaven listens when we pray,
Then heaven sent her my way.
Not to leave, not to ascend,
But to walk with me until the end.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 7:00 PM UTC
Not all angels fall from skies above,
Some arrive quietly, disguised as love.
No wings in sight, no halo shown,
Just a steady warmth I’ve never known.
She doesn’t save me with grand display,
She saves me in the smallest ways.
In gentle smiles, in hands held tight,
In calming storms I used to fight.
Her laughter heals what words can’t reach,
A silent vow in all she teaches.
She sees the cracks I tried to hide,
Yet stands unwavering by my side.
If heaven listens when we pray,
Then heaven sent her my way.
Not to leave, not to ascend,
But to walk with me until the end.
Companion to Angels