The Angels Robe

Twas middle of the day and I was sleepy.
So I lay down upon my bed to rest.
The day was cruel and my heart so weepy.
Just a short nap then I’d feel my best.

The pillow was soft as the new fallen snow.
Problems and heartaches just had to go.
I could feel someone behind me so I thought.
Quickly I turned but I saw naught.

This strange quiet presence lingered on.
I wasn’t afraid, so I rested alone.
The room was quiet, no one in the room.
I smelled the roses that were still abloom.

Just as I was about to give in to sleep,
I opened my eyes quickly to sneak a peak.
There stood an angel from a celestial globe.
He smiled, then left in his long flowing robe.

Sybil Shearin

Copyright (c)2002

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