Do You Believe In Angels?

I believe in the whisper of wings unseen but felt, like a soft breeze brushing past on the stillest of days. I believe in the sudden glow of warmth within when shadows press too close, when the world seems too heavy to bear. Not in halos or robes, not in golden trumpets, but in the gentle nudge toward the right path— a stranger’s kind word, the resilience of a child’s laughter, the steadfast light of the moon watching over us all. I believe in moments that shimmer like dewdrops caught in dawn, where grace lingers quietly, unassuming, unnoticed by many, but undeniable once found. Perhaps angels are not what stories say— not celestial beings descending in splendor, but the hidden threads weaving miracles into the mundane. So yes, I believe in angels— not because I’ve seen them, but because I’ve felt them.