Guides
by Shelley Wiseberg
I hear my name being called, through the whispers of the wind.
They are trying to tell me something, in a spiritual message.
I have heard them calling me in the background,
humming in meditative chant like a song from heaven.
They watch over me in a group of angels,
studying me from afar to see how I am doing, on the earth plane.
I feel them near me when I am awake, or when I am asleep.
Deep conversations of soul travel, through the astral plane,
reaching me with their wisdom.