Talk about a thankless job, being a Guardian Angel must be it. Not only are
they the lowest of the nine choirs of Angels but they get stuck being shacked up
with the likes of me. I think of my Guardian Angel as being rather Reaganesque
and after watching my antics saying “There you go again” and “Mr. Miller , open
your heart! Mr. Miller, tear down that wall between you and God!”. After a hard
day of guardianship the Guardian Angels all gather at at the Starbucks and Hosts
of Heaven over a Latte and amuse themselves over tales of our daily
tribulations.
Angel of God, my Guardian dear,
To whom
God’s love commits me here,
Ever this day be at my side
To light and
guard, to rule and guide.
Amen
