"Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head."


Now playing: "Angeles" by Enya

A long, long time ago when the universe was but a distant dream, the mighty Creator sat upon his throne in Paradise and pondered. Although He was all-knowing and all-powerful, even the most supreme of beings needs a little company. And so one day He decided that He would create a race of beings of pure light and goodness to inhabit his vast kingdom. He called them angels.

These wonderous creatures were the heart of all that was good and pure. On feathery wings they flew, lighting a path where ever they went; they were the first to see all the other wonderful creations made by Him in the time to come. They marveled at the birth of the universe and the creation of galaxies and solar systems. By far they thought that His most brillant creation was that of humankind, for to this wonderous creature something was given that no other creature had the privilege of having; the power of free will.

Although it seemed like a good idea at the time, it soon became apparent that Man was far from perfect; even though he was free to live as he choose, he was quite discontented and confused, sorely in need of some guidance. The angels told the Creator of their observations. Having already witnessed Man's inability to comprehend all that he'd been given, He was inclined to agree.

The decision was made that some of the most caring and compassionate of angels would be chosen to fly to Earth and give humankind the guidance it needed. This they did, and as time went on they learned much about this unique creature -- Man had the capacity for love, and tenderness, and compassion, something the angels thought only they possessed. These heavenly guardians chose to remain on Earth to help keep Man on the straight and narrow, acting as a voice of reason and compassion to this troubled race. To this day their voices can sometimes be heard whispering in our ears, so whenever you find yourself in a complicated situation and in need of some guidance, don't be surprised to feel a slight breeze over your shoulder -- it just may be your very own guardian angel.

Soft as the voice of an angel
Breathing a lesson unheard
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word
Wait till the darkness is over
Wait till the tempest is done
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow
After the shower is gone.

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