Guardian Angels

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O Angels Thirteen, O Guardian Angels!

I like your silver trip, I love your Golden Shore.

O Angels Thirteen, O Guardian Angels!

Yours is the heart of oneness deep;

For you our gratitude-core.

You play with death to save the breath of life.

You smash the pride of dark ignorance-knife.

A galaxy of stars is guiding your dream.

In you our Lord’s Satisfaction supreme.

[Dedicated to The Guardian Angels of New York City]

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Chandelier, Part 2, 1981
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/ch_2