POEMS: “The Invisible Helpers” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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The Invisible Helpers

There are, there are
Invisible Great Helpers of the race.
Across unatlased continents of space,
From star to star,
In answer to some soul’s imperious need,
They speed, they speed.

When the earth-loving young are forced to stand
Upon the border of the Unknown Land,
They come, they come–those angels who have trod
The altitudes of God,
And to the trembling heart
Their strength impart.
Have you not seen the delicate young maid,
Filled with the joy of life in her fair dawn,
Look in the face of death, all unafraid,
And smilingly pass on?

This is not human strength; not even faith
Has such large confidence in such an hour.
It is a power
Supplied by beings who have conquered death.
Floating from sphere to sphere
They hover near
The souls that need the courage they can give.

This is no vision of a dreamer’s mind.
Though we are blind
They live, they live,
Filling all space–
Invisible Great Helpers of the race.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

 

(Thank you Trina for recommending this poem)

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Yes this is absolutely true and such beautiful words penned by Ella. We sure have such lovely awesome people who silently are there in this world guiding and nurturing Mother Earth. Lovely post, Amira.

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    1. So true dear friend! We surely do! All types of helpers, people, pets,, angels and earth angels, etc, all the way to God!……We are never alone. 🙂 ❤

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      1. Yes absolutely true words Amira we r never alone all of us r in everyone and everything

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