We all have one you know. Anybody really know what their guardian looks like, or where they keep themselves? How about who directs their activities? I have no affirmative answer to any of my own questions. I know my guardian angel exists because my body is still breathing and moving when it should have been dead long ago. How does a guardian talk to a person, what does it do for a body? Convenient to say they aren’t here because you cannot see them, but then you don’t see air either unless it’s smog. There seems to be a lot less of that these days, don’t there? Wow does that mean the pandemic is a guardian, or is our guardian the Earth, taking care of itself so as not to perish at the hand of man? Perhaps it’s something else directed by the Creator, and designed to safe-keep all of Earths treasures, and mankind is just one of those treasures. Something I explored when the notion entered my head, so I followed it in book II of my first trilogy. Like Billy Joel says “You could be right – I could be crazy.” Personally I’m convinced of my own instability, but that’s just crazy talk thinking that way, and I could be wrong. What a conundrum I place myself into.
A FEATHER ON MY SHOULDER
I’ve got a feather on my shoulder
The darn thing tickles in my ear sometimes
Bugs me when my conscience tells it to
There are neither reasons nor no rhymes
I have to admit that tickly feeling
Off-times feel much more like a whisper
When I think about it, might be a light voice
Saying wake up and listen mister.
You reckon the Creator is trying to tell us something?