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
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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.
Share this:
God iS LovE
never hEld alone
by word or other
idol
form..
NO.. God never
a Statue.. God
allone allLove
allnow
allLove iS
LOVE
IS LOVE
IS LOVE..
FEARLESS..
WITH NO EXCLUSIONoW..:)
“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.
This is beautiful, Linda. Love your caring little angel!
I Iike your photos and thoughts of angel prayers through the seasons.
The rolling round of the year, and the angel finding new beauty in each season. Sweet!
She hasn’t made it quite a year in our yard yet. She just came home last Christmas. I hope she enjoys the summer and fall where she stands. 🙂
There’s always hope, Linda! A beautiful rendering.
Yes, there is!
Guardian angels in any form watching us all year round…even the gnomes in the yard.;)
Life’s seasons! Lovely!
aw…an angel is an angel…so lovely to have one in the yard…a poem filled with love and peace…
What a kind angel, watching over the family. I love the way she observes the passing of the seasons.
Very clever story outline. Full and gratifying.
Thanks.
Charming, Linda. I like the voice of that sweet angel in your garden!
How lovely Linda to have this angel in your garden, praying for the family!
A poet ever has to look far to find a muse, a subject or a cause. What a nice gentle poem; enjoyed it.
Such a beautiful capture of the angel, Linda 🙂
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. 🙂
I truly love the way the angel care for people… wonderful
Lovely. What a diligent and patient angel she is!
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.
Beautiful, Linda. I love this angel, and her diligence in prayer.