I choose angels

I choose angels                                                                            

I began to hear a silvery, tinkling sound

occasionally in my left ear – tiny bells

delicate as if they grace

the anklets and bracelets

of angels hovering near my shoulder.

Their music makes me smile.

Tinnitus – the audiologist diagnosed.

What does he know? 

I choose angels.  
Sent by You to awaken
                                                          

and remind me of Your holy Presence. 

The commonplace mistaken for Your handiwork?  

If I could mistake everything for You,

I’d be that much nearer the Truth.

If I could hear angels everywhere –

I would discover You where You always are.

Haven’t we repeated it endlessly? 

Everywhere . . . and in everything . . . .

O child of God, the worth of anything is determined

by how much closer it brings you to the Beloved.