Everyday Angels

I'm sorry I didn't get this up yesterday, but here it is now, the poem on gratitude I mentioned in my last post.
I am thankful for unheralded miracles, the ones that come when we need them most, but come disguised as coincidence.  Today's poem is based on one of those miracles in my own life.
This poem is dedicated to JB, an everyday angel.

Swallowed in dark of night,
too discouraged to ask;
our hearts plead for angels
for a hard, looming task.

God doth hear our pleading,
and sends angels each day -
angels to comfort us
with His own shining ray.

But blind we do not see
the angels there before;
for we know their faces,
they live just right next door.

Angels are all ‘round us,
dressed just like you and me,
and in our darkest hours
they help so cheerfully.

We think ‘coincidence,’
but the odds are too great
for it to have come now,
not too soon or too late.

Coincidence is God’s
help anonymously;
a masterpiece without
a signature to see.

Everyday angels,
messengers wearing jeans,
watching o’er us in each
of life’s troubling scenes.

God is truly with us,
His hand is here to stay.
In love He doth send us
angels every day.

David Jamison