Three Angels |
Three angels touched my life today.
”Three? Why three?”, you say. Yes, three I thought three angels dear, they touched me all today. I thought of that first angel dear who blessed me with his touch, a bent old man, could hardly walk he couldn’t weigh too much. His coat was torn and soiled. His shoes had seen a better day. He shuffled up the street in pain his eyes a distant gray the corner came and as he tried to cross the boulevard the cars zoomed by not giving ground nor letting up a yard… I saw his plight and grabbed his arm flailing traffic to a halt. I guided him and helped him safely cross. He turned to me and spoke to me, ”Bless you my kind son. Without you there I don’t know what I would have ever done.” I walked away with joy in heart remembering that twinkle in his eye I thought that as the barde has said, ”Not now, but there go I.” Another angel touched my life this time a little child. She grabbed my index finger and in a voice so mild she asked if I would hold her hand she feared the darkened room. I took her hand and sang to her a silly little tune that once my mother sang to me when in the night I tripped. She went her way and to play and smiled as off she skipped. Was I that angel? Not at all, but someone might suspect for ‘twas through them that I was touched my life in retrospect. The cross that is the one I bear was gone. It was not there. The weight of all my grief and pain had vanished in mid air. Remember this, not all the time the angel that you see came not in power and rushing wings from heavenly realms that be. But yet is sent from God above to fill your heart with love. To guide His children back to Him for all eternity. The third? Where did it touch? You say I mention only two. Ahh, there you are. The other one. Sweet angel it is you. |