by Ann Maire Mitchell, November 2018
I wonder what the angels do all day And our loved ones who’ve passed away Do they sit around playing lyre and harp Polishing halos, keeping robes looking sharp I certainly hope that’s not the case Or heaven is sure to be a very dull place I would like to think the angels are busy indeed Continuing to bring hope and help to those in need I’ve felt it myself, I really have The presence, the comfort, a healing salve I know that it is hard to explain This unbidden help from the celestial plane But I promise what I am saying is true Pay attention, someday it may happen for you It isn’t something you imagined or thought up It’s a way of drinking from the living cup Are the angels bored or do they to some task turn their hand Something that benefits our troubled land Do they continue to grow, love and serve Helping us in ways we neither notice, nor deserve I appreciate these gifts when they come They warm my heart and make my soul hum Reminding me that loved ones we held dear Are so very tantalizing near Now you know what I think. Heaven can’t be a dull place Nor an eternity of doing nothing for us to face Surely there is more for us in store Something that will really make the spirit soar How all of it works, I need not know For One day it will be my time to go I suspect God will have a purpose for me there Something more than heavenly robes to wear I’d like to think that He will have some task for me To someone else, that whisper of love I could be Perhaps that is the point of being here below Learning to walk with him now, his love to show Oh to imagine a place so pure Without our earthly trials to endure But until then we’ll show as much love as we can Trusting that the angels will lend us a helping hand
Hi, dear Ann!
My sentiments exactly!
I’ll send my version in a bit.
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Beautiful Ann, thank you for sharing this!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful and thought provoking….
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Thanks Tina
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