Heavens Plan

Walking in darkness,
stumbling around,
searching for something,
not always found.
A purpose, a calling,
a reason to be.
Searching for something
hidden in me.
It's not always clear,
I know not the plan,
only that angels were
holding my hand.
Guiding me to you,
showing the way,
whispering softly,
the right words to say.
And smiling so gently,
at the work they had done,
bringing us together,
and making us one.