Angels We Have Heard On High <br />by Barbara Lynn Terry <br /> <br />It happened one Christmas eve, <br />His name I could not even conceive, <br />As he told me not to worry or stress, <br />But just be and do my best. <br /> <br />I heard the words so softly spoken, <br />As I searched for my bus token. <br />After I had paid the fare, <br />I looked around, but he was not there. <br /> <br />I thought that I had imagined it all, <br />And smiled as the snow began to fall. <br />It glistened in the lights of the street, <br />As I sat there glad to be off my feet. <br /> <br />Then as I walked home from the stop, <br />I heard him again, and my purse did drop <br />At the sound of the voice's host, <br />That was so very close. <br /> <br />I looked around, but no one was there. <br />And again I thought that where, <br />Is this voice coming from so clear, <br />That is from no one but yet so near? <br /> <br />But I was startled, and could not conceive, <br />As this happened one Christmas eve.<br /><br />Barbara Lynn Terry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-we-have-heard-on-high/
