Blessed Stars

Angels glance upon me,
Their eyes the stars of night,
Their wings as white as snow.
A rare sight to see such beauty,
These beings of the sky.
I can't help but wonder, why?
Why show themselves to me,
A simple girl with a troubled life.
Guides perhaps, or maybe more.
One reaches out, brushes my face,
With of voice of bells, she speaks.
A difficult life you lead it seems,
But you have come so far.
You earned your wings,
And now you fly,
Among the blessed stars.