The vestiges of light ✨

Some angels surely walk on earth, And their wings are people's abode. One of these angels is named Prominent, A sacred light on a weary road. They carry no halo, wear no bright crown, But their grace lifts the spirit wherever they tread. In every gesture, softly set down, Is the comfort and peace that their heaven has bred. To stand near them is to know simple worth, A quiet, deep well where the soul can be filled. They are the assurance of a divine birth, The promise of purpose that was once willed.