The angel sat among the clouds
Amidst the darkening skies,
Her golden curls were tangled
And she looked through tired eyes.
The sun was dipping in the west
On earth, she saw them weep.
The angel knew that it was best
To be helping those beneath.
She softly flapped her gentle wings
And flew down from above
To silently be there for those in need
And surround them with her love.
For a long time her work was hard;
She saw the tears and sorrow,
The challenge of the changing world –
Would it be the same tomorrow?
No one saw her standing there
As they sought to find some peace,
But they felt a lessening of fear
And the grip of worry cease.
‘Dear Lord’ she prayed as she reached home,
‘I just don’t look my best,
My wings are shabby, my dress is torn,
But there was much unrest.’
‘Oh precious child,’ the Lord replied,
‘There is kindness in your heart,
You are my messenger, my trusted guide,
With the love that you impart.
Look not upon your ragged wings
For they will soon repair.
Just know the hope your presence brings
To those who feel despair.’
And those upon the earth were blessed
As they face a brand-new day,
Embraced by a silent angel
Who had helped them along the way.
© Lyn Halvorsen