They look like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday. Like the taxi driver who told you that your eyes light up the world, when you smile. They look like a small child who showed you the wonder in simple things, or the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you. Like the rich man who showed you it really is all possible if only you believe. They look like the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way, or the friend who touched your heart, when you didn’t think you had one left to touch.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types. Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with wrinkles, some without. They come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.

They don’t take life too seriously, they travel light, they leave no forwarding address, they ask for nothing in return. They wear sneakers with gossamer wings, and they get a deal on dry cleaning. They are hard to find when your eyes are closed, But they are everywhere you look when you choose to see.

-Veronica M. Hay