While driving home late nights, <br />in heavy traffic, moving fast, <br />on narrow country highways, <br />I tell myself you are still there, <br />right next to me me, exactly <br />where you so loved to be, until <br />God took you back to heaven. <br /> <br />You are a humble helper of <br />our Savior's Holy Spirit now; <br />your lovely presence does <br />what even the strongest coffee <br />could't achieve: remind me to <br />drive carefully, because of <br />my very special passenger.. <br />.<br /><br />Willem VanVoorthuysen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-guardian-angel-6/
