The Angel

We are born into this world, helpless, dependent

upon those who would care

growing if fortunate, healthy and strong

to endure and survive elements

of a callous and brutal world.

Satan sends his demons to taunt and to tempt.

They kill, steal and destroy those who cannot withstand.

One day I saw an Angel, though I did not know at first.

He looked like you and me, no halo nor

wings did he sport.

He wore blue jeans and a jacket which were quite worn;

His hair long, a lustrous brown pulled back by a band.

As I slipped from consciousness I noticed in His ear

a single golden crucifix - and I called out to God...

When I awoke, around me was a crowd.

As the ambulance's gurney wheeled me away

over my shoulder I saw

my totally bent and burned-up car.

Of all the faces above me, medics, by-lookers -

His was not there.

I managed to ask in deep painful gasps about the young man

with the crucifix in His ear.

No one had seen Him nor knew how I got out

of the burning vehicle which

I had hoped would be my grave.

Vaguely, I remembered Him lifting me safely, softly away.

When again I awoke it was from a hospital bed.

As I opened my eyes I saw Him standing beside me

softly holding my hand, this - the

young man with the golden crucifix in His ear.

With a smile radiant He squeezed my hand

tears streaming down my face

I knew I was going to be all right.

“I didn't deserve to be saved...” was all I could say.

He simply smiled and kissed my forehead

speaking only these words:

“God loves you and your life is not yours to take

because He created it.

Find meaning to this.”

The morning after as sunlight streamed through

the hospital window, a peace

like the warmth of sunshine enveloped my soul.

I had learned from the Angel with the crucifix in His ear,

that my days had purpose

I had never known - finally

meaning to all of this.

This day I knew why I had been born.

©1997 - 2006 by Margaret C. Rigsby

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