Ignorance teaches, the absence of angels, in our dimension, <br /> Not easily recognized, they shun focus, praise and attention, <br />The human condition prevents seeing of the true implication, <br />Blindly we exist; perhaps explaining the need for salvation, <br />So self immersed, no time to absorb the fundamentals at hand, <br />We follow our minds, leading a selfish life of treachery and demand, <br />No time, to seek angels, as we continue to gratify desire, <br />No apperception, of our oversight, or the gratitude they require, <br />Today I met an angel, she was not, as you would envisage, <br />Her eyes were brown; her scent slight, her skin was creased with age, <br />She smiled, slowly, reaching out to touch my lifeless hand, <br />Then, gently brushing my hair aside, she continued to stand, <br />Standing by me, she spoke of life, love and things yet to arrive, <br />She said, I should be happy, to have managed to stay alive, <br />Tending me, through the night, she was never too far away, <br />As morning dawned, she said goodbye wishing me a pleasant day, <br />She dressed in white, as you would think, but it was just a uniform, <br />Then taking up her umbrella, she headed out, into the cold, cold storm, <br />The hospital, let me go home, but she was no longer in my sight, <br />I wonder where she? That lovely angel, in uniform white. <br />Angels do exist and they are all around us if we care to look <br />J. Sheridan <br />(Oct 2010)<br /><br />Jen Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-are-a-rarity/
