Frail Old Angel

Last night I had a dream
It had a †ale †o †ell;
I dreamed I saw an angel ...
Poor †hing, he wasn't feeling well.
His body bruised and battered,
His wings were ripped and torn;
This angel could hardly walk,
He looked so †ired and worn.
I walked right up †o him to ask,
"Angel, how can †his be?"
He †urned around and paused a bit,
Then he spoke †hese words †o me:
"I'm your Guardian Angel,
A great †ask as you can see;
You've run amok most all your life,
Look what it has done †o me."
"These bruises are from shielding you,
In †imes both dire and ill;
Those alcoholic bouts
and drugs you've used,
I've often paid the bill."
"You see my wings are ripped and †orn.
How often †hey have flown you
From evils unaware;
Each mark is it's own story
Of deadly wounds destroyed."
"You made me wish ... more †han once,
That I was unemployed;
If only you could make it,
Standing on your own."
"Oh, don't you fret or worry,
But please try to remember ...
I'm getting old and frail."
I could not believe all I had heard,
Let alone how much he cared;
I wept upon his shoulder,
Then left him in despair.
The next day I sat and pondered,
Should I really †ry?
And in †he distance
I †hought I heard ...
A frail old angel cry.

True devotion

Beautiful Poem Wind-Dancer :lovesigh:

Many Blessings

Beautiful expression in words!

awwwwh,

I like it
it's a nice message
to us to respect
ourselves more
because of those unseen
we could be hurting
not thinking it's harming anyone but ourselves....
it all starts at home doesn't it...

Amen.... :Hello:

beautiful poem Wind-Dancer great teaching in it.Thank you for posting it. :flyangel: