Michael — The Shield

You came undone,
not your usual form—
out of place, out of time.

Hair short,
black as obsidian.
Eyes so pure,
light blue like oceans of clarity.
You called me by my name,
and I knew I was seen.

Later, half-asleep,
your whisper carried your name:
Michael—
low, certain, indisputable.

And when I asked,
signs arrived in bursts,
one after another,
until I spoke,
until I said:
I hear you.
I receive you.

Michael,
warrior of heaven,
defender of truth,
you lead with a celestial heart.

Now I know—
you are not absence,
but presence.
Not a demand,
but a shield.

Michael,
guardian of people
and divine authority,
bearer of light,
acknowledged,
remembered,
named.

Michael.

Disclaimer: This poem is a work of creative expression. It reflects personal intuition and artistic vision, not formal religious practice or doctrine. Readers may receive it as art, reflection, or inspiration. Share if you wish, but please credit the author: Daniana Medina.