To the Angel of the night

Friend, child of the Light, Power on the darkness, God's Messenger, marvelous officer of us, poor creatures of the Lord, to You a very important assignment has been submitted: that of the solitary traveler to stop all the obstacles that, in the night, little by little advance to disturb the quiet of the man and to stop those demons that wander like roaring lions, and that hide in the streets .Be blessed, Angel of the night. 

Before lying down I already think about Your stately presence that visits me and covers me so that I may not catch a cold. As a mother, tired for a lot of job that meet moment by moment, 

You always have for me and for every child of God a word of light that is a suggestion gone out of the mind of the high God.

How beautiful you are, Angel of the night! Your tapered hands speak to me of the fineness of Your spirit and the refinement of Your Being. Your fluttering hair tells that You are really Him who have been called by the Lord to fly, fly from a bed to the other, from a house to the other, from a path to the other and Your flexible and attractive wings remember me

 Your long trips during which I have met You tired, exhausted, sat on a stone in the density of the deep night, thoughtful and almost sad for what you have heard and seen. How much courage You have! That courage you have is the courage of God that launches you in the immensity of His creation. And when You climb the mountain, sometimes with Your feet of spirit mixed, you make me think about the great job that you have and that you don't never throw back Yourself. 

You obey to Your Creator, I instead, poor soul, resist sometimes because it seems to me too hard to repeat always “yes” of the Love. 

By the sea You observe its waves and think about their Factor, Your Lord and my Lord. And you walk on those waters, while in my calm sleeps I follow You, placid and desirous to grab you to give you on your forehead a big kiss of love. If I observe Your eyes when you meditate on the human kind, I would like to raise up and to fall on my knees to pray with You, because the hearts of men are thirsty for the eternal Father.

Angel of the night, my friend, love You. I recommend you to watch over my poor soul and that of all those people that don’t remember to thank Jesus, our brother, and to beg Him to grant everyone on this earth His communion of Love. Angel of the night, greet me the Lord, and tell Him that I love Him indeed, even if I am always weak, poor, incapable, sinner. Amen.