Some angels donât arrive with fanfare or glitter.
Instead, they are stitched into the quiet placesâŠ
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 livedâŠ
imperfect, textured, deeply real.
There is no extravagance here,
only the quiet richness of what endures.
Her golden halo tiltsâŠ
a quiet nod in knowing
the deeper truths of this earthly life.
Her wingsâŠ
full and majestic, feel ancientâŠ
like they hold the prayers of generations past,
whispered on the wind, carried in the light.
Her heartâŠ
a touch of turquoiseâŠ
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,
whisperingâŠ
“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 togetherâ
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 remindersâ
in the wind, in the earth, in the quiet presence of an angel near.
In Jesusâ 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
