PRELUDE-MY ANGEL
When I was seven years old - I had a Happening in my life..that has a lot of bearing on my thoughts along the lines of "Christian beliefs."
As a child of seven I had not seen many trains - but the ones I had seen were the black, smokey, coal burners with the cowcatcher on front. So when I saw my first shiny diesel it was an experience of "de ja vous" for at the age of 7 - I had seen one coming out of a fluffy cloud -- in a blue sky-- and to me it was very real. For later on in life it was again brought to my remembrance by this:
MY ANGEL
I'd just put the little ones to bed,
lay down myself to rest.
We'd all said our prayers aloud,
I felt we were so blessed.
As I drifted into slumber,
I felt a stillness in the air,
A soft breeze and then the music--
I knew it was an angel there.
She told me to get up and dress,
to sit in a better light,
To get a paper and pen,
for there was something I must write.
The words began to form,
Tho I didn't understand,
I just held it tight
as she seemed to guide my hand
It all began when I was just a child
One warm day in early spring,
The sun was bright and blinding
So my eyes I closed,
My childish thoughts began to wander,
I guess I must have dozed.
I heard the whistle of a train above
I looked up into the skies,
There I saw a bright and shining train,
So bright it hurt my eyes.
The train pulled up and stopped
Just above the swing.
Then I heard the music
Such as only angels bring,
As I looked, I saw her,
A rare beauty beyond compare,
She drifted toward me on a breeze
I knew it was an angel there.
With the music all around her,
She came and stood by me,
Told me not to be afraid,
But her again I'd never see.
She said she was my Guardian Angel,
And would be throughout my years,
She bent as if to touch my cheek
And then all disappeared.
I ran in and told my mother
Of the vision I had seen.
She just smiled and said,
"My child it must have been a dream."
But as time went on and I grew up
Her presence was often there,
Her words came as whispers on the breeze
Or with music in the air.
All through life I'd had this joy,
Of knowing she was near,
To encourage me to face
The things that I might fear,
It seems she wants this message left
To others who might feel all alone
To be brought to their remembrance
Long after this day is gone.
That each of us has an angel,
As mine who watches over me,
I'm sure you'll find you have one, too,
If you search your life and see!
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