Real Angels

We always seem to be knocking on
closed doors,
waiting for someone to answer.
It seems that God is never near
enough.
I'm alone without you, my friend.
I prayed for you
and
Rain Clouds formed.
A storm poured
Down
On
Me,
and like a child I jumped in the
puddles.
I never cared about the mud
splattered
on my white Nirvana T-shirt.
I found the answer you sent me:
Friends are God-sent.

You give me strength to walk
Alone on the cold sand
when I cannot see your reflection
beside me
on the water.
The way the rain fell upon me
under a clear, blue sky,
and the way the shallow waves
warmed my cold feet
helped me to feel you walking
once again
beside
me.