In the arms of the Angels.

It was never promised that we would not know pain, only that we would never be alone, I tell myself over and over.  At what point does my warrior spirit rest and take a step back to let the angels do the bidding?  Always.  Always. As they take me to their breast like a child in mothers arms. It is they that wield the sword, the tears and the exhausten come from the struggle  of trying to understand