Some angels don’t arrive with fanfare or glitter.

Instead, they are stitched into the quiet places…

woven from the earth itself,

rich with the textures of life.

They are found in the threads

that hold things together,

in the simple beauty

of what has been gathered,

shaped, and redeemed.

I created her to be seen

as an angel of presence,

not pretense.

Formed from layers of handmade papers,

threads, droplets of ink, and golden paints,

she carries the marks of a life fully lived…

imperfect, textured, deeply real.

There is no extravagance here,

only the quiet richness of what endures.

Her golden halo tilts…

a quiet nod in knowing

the deeper truths of this earthly life.

Her wings…

full and majestic, feel ancient…

like they hold the prayers of generations past,

whispered on the wind, carried in the light.

Her heart…

a touch of turquoise…

a color of protection, healing, and truth.

Like rivers carving through desert stone,

like sky meeting earth,

turquoise emanates the bridge

between heaven and humanity.

It is her essence,

her song.

She is both guardian and guide,

whispering…

“Be still.

Stand firm.

You are held in something

greater than yourself.”

A Prayer for Earth Angels

Lord, let this angel be a reminder
that we are never alone,
never forgotten,
never without the touch of heaven.

May we see the beauty in what has been woven together—
in the broken made whole,
in the scattered made sacred,
in the ordinary made divine.

Like the tilt of her halo,
let us wear our journeys with grace.
Like the turquoise at her heart,
let us be a refuge for others.
Like the gold that surrounds her,
let us shine with the light of Your love.

And when we forget,
send us reminders—
in the wind, in the earth, in the quiet presence of an angel near.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well. –

Psalms 139:14