In The Presence of an Angel

On Wednesday last, I met an Angel
dressed up as a man,
no wings,
no halo,
just a presence in the chair,
that felt like remembering.

He found me
In a moment,
I didn’t know!
Which way to go?
As questions sat heavy,
and the path ahead
was blurred and distant.

But his voice was soft
it carried weight,
the kind that settles deep,
far beyond doubt and fear.

At the end,
he touched my hand,
and something shifted.
The world moved.
As the ancestors exhaled.

Not loudly,
not all at once,
but like the
quiet turning of
the earth beneath my feet.

The words he whispered
did not try to fix me,
did not rush me forward,
They met me
Exactly where I stood.

Words as clear as crystal seas
“You are exactly where you are meant to be.”

And somehow,
In hearing that,
the landscape of my heart
began to change.

The tightness softened.
The searching paused.
The need to escape myself
grew quiet.

There was no urgency
in him.
No need to prove anything.
Only a calm stillness
That felt like honesty.

An Angel,
not sent to rescue me,
But to remind me.

That I am not lost.
That I have not fallen behind.
That even in uncertainty,
There is a deeper order
holding me in place.

Then he left,
as gently as dawn
fading into daylight,
but something of him remained,
like traces of
sunlight on the horizon.

In the days
that followed,
I found myself moving
through life differently.
His words returned
to me in quiet moments.
During uncertainty,
during restful pauses
and I noticed a subtle shift.

I became less hurried
to judge myself,
less anxious
about not having answers.
I felt more connected
to something greater,
as if grace had quietly
settled into my daily routines.

That encounter became
an anchor,
guiding me with gentle
reassurance and reminding
me that I am,
and have always been,
exactly where I need to be.

Not in form,
but in feeling.

And now,
if doubt begins to rise,
I return to that moment.
To his hand in mine,
to the quiet certainty
in his voice,

And I remember

I am exactly
where I am meant to be.
In this moment,
In the presence of the Divine.

Poem by

Siân Williams