They’re now hanging in the front window of the neighbors to the hermitage.
Angel of God, my guardian dear
to whom God’s love commits me here
ever this day be at my side
to light and guard, to rule and guide.
Amen.
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ARISE! LET US BE GOING! 
They are beautiful!!! Where did you get them? Why did they fly away to the neighbors?
Yes. Long story. Even longer story.
I’ve never known you to be so short on words : )
When Father says “Long story,” I take it as “forty days and forty nights” long.
Our guardian Angels never fly away from us. They are thankfully, ever present and protect us in our hours of need.
I too am intrigued by your painted glass angels moving from your place to another..