Feeling unsettled after a visit by a racist <br />expressing his disgust with life as it is, was <br />and ever will be, a typical pessimist who <br />hides his feelings behind the grinning mask <br />of a clown – with the laughter of death <br /> <br />I turned to a book to change my mood <br />“An Angel At My Shoulder” by Glennnyce <br />Eckersley; as I read of people being led <br />from danger of death on the road, I <br />remembered when an angel <br /> <br />Helped me also: Once I lost my way in a <br />rural area with no street lights, no moon <br />or stars on a dark, cloudy night; driving in <br />circles too scared to stop – then saw a <br />man getting into his car <br /> <br />I asked him please direct me to the highway, <br />he said follow me, then stopped telling me to <br />go on alone – I could not; so he simply drove <br />on till bright street-lights lighted the way; <br />I thanked him as he turned around <br /> <br />I knew I had met an angel that night… <br /> <br />Glennyce S. Eckersley “An Angel At My Shoulder” 1996<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-met-an-angel-that-night/
