Dwelling in a magic shrine
In the temple of unconscious mind
My Guardian Angel toes the line
Braving any foe with an axe to grind

Angel goes to great extremes
Foretelling enemies’ evil schemes
Displays peril through symbolic themes
Revealing danger to me through my dreams

When an enemy is near
Guardian Angel allays my fear
Guides me to a safer atmosphere
With subliminal wisdom I can’t hear

This poem was written/submitted by Darla Holt.

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