Yes, Tis True


Three angels visiting Abraham
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Oft I tend
to ignore,

The angels
among us,

For they tug
at my conscience,

Right to the
very core,

They pull me
in nobler directions,

Out of my
selfish self,

Until my
heart turns loose compassion,

With few
strings left,

There is no
better explanation,

For what I
have learned,

Angels are watching
over me,

And they work
hard for wings earned,

Angels that
are grounded,

Will stay
afoot I’ll bet,

For I am far
from perfect,

My feeble
ways are set,

My heart
calls out to angels,

To fill its
empty rooms,

But my
vanity has grown big and bold,

Over my life
it looms,

And angels
that I’ve known so well,

Over years
that quickly fly,

Wait at the
corners of my life,

Helping me
climb on by,

I might tell
you once or often,

There are
angels among us, tis true,

They come in
many guises,

They’re
there for me and you.

 

 

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  1. Often we don’t recognize the angles in our lives.

    I remember taking it so literally when the nuns told us that we often entertained angels unaware. It was true though, and some angles are called parents. Others are teachers. Still others are neighbors, friends, fellow bloggers, or the clerks at the grocery.

    Nicely written and from a true sentiment. Thanks, Dan. A perfect poem for a Sunday smile.

    1. I’ve had many angels help me throughout life. Usually I didn’t realize that until later.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

      1. There are those with old souls who know their way around, and there are newbies that stumble and tumble to the ground, and some who learn quickly the wisdom to be found. Angels in all forms are welcome if they bring peace, wisdom, joy, beauty, etc.

        May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

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