An Angel’s Life

I’ve had a blessed life
though I didn’t always
think it would be so

My first memory
is praying for the
frantic Christmas shoppers
at Costco, standing high on a shelf
It felt weird to look down
on the carts filled
with unnecessary things
while praying for their souls

At last I was taken home
by a nice family
placed in a garden corner
I was blessed with the honor
of praying over the nativity,
over the Holy Child
as the snow drifted down


January came
and the nativity was taken away
Long, cold days followed
and I feared the dreary days ahead
The family would dart out the front door
to quickly get into their cars
and drive away, gone all day
I prayed for their safe return

I should have known
that each season passes to the next
Winter gave way to spring and
the family planted flowers,
the azalea bush bloomed,
and I was blessed once again
with the honor of praying
over what God had created
Never shall I despair again



Lillian is tending the bar at dVerse Poets Pub today for Poetics and is thinking about statues. One of the options she offered is to write from the point of view of a statue, so I’ve written from the point of view of the angel statue in my front yard.


I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


23 Responses

  1. God iS LovE
    never hEld alone
    by word or other
    NO.. God never
    a Statue.. God
    allone allLove
    allLove iS
    IS LOVE..

  2. “It felt weird to look down on the carts filled with unnecessary things
    while praying for their souls.” This is my favourite part. Some good messages shared in the persona of this little angel.

  3. A poet ever has to look far to find a muse, a subject or a cause. What a nice gentle poem; enjoyed it.

    • I was just surprised that I had not one, but two, pictures of her in my phone to use for the post, since Lillian specifically said to post a picture. 🙂

  4. I love this Linda! I’m reminded of the beautiful statue of St Francis my daughter has in her yard – graced by falling snow, or autumn’s fallen leaves or the green hope and warmth of spring and summer – it’s always calming to see him there. I sense you feel this way about your angel too.

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