Angels

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