Encouraging Angel Alighting on the Street

4/5/24

Aloha Mortal Angel ~

Do you remember having an immortal angel encounter (that you’d admit to, anyway ;))?

I completely forgot about this experience of seeing something/someone otherwise unexplainable until finding this poem I wrote a couple decades ago, and posted a couple years ago. 

The story that goes with it hasn’t been told until now . . . 🙂

The first stanza is something that actually happened! 

I was in a city I didn’t now much about in order to take an all day computer class. I was walking around during the lunch break searching for a decent, quick serving, cheap place to eat. 

I looked up ahead and about twenty feet in front of me was quite the vision . . .

There was ‘someone’ who looked  similar to a mortal person I had known a few years previously. This ‘being’  was about 8 – 10 feet tall with a pale golden glow. He was looking at me with a gentle smile and kindly laughing eyes. 

The first stanza explains what happened, the second is more about sensing encouragement at times when I’m convinced I can’t keep going on. It rises up inside like a spontaneous, quiet thought in my heart that brings peace or at least the acceptance I can, and will. 

The rest of the poem is still autobiographical in a more metaphorical sort of way. 

Angel’s Returns 

I thought I saw my Angel, Lord,
looked straight into his eyes.
Tall and gold with a glory that left me -
filled with awe, I felt so blessed.
He had a message, He told me ‘time’
but I was in such a hurry, I’m afraid
I had to ask him to please come back
to explain at a later date.

I’m still waiting for his explanation . . . 

I thought I heard my angel, Lord,
once and twice and maybe more.
He whispered encouragement, hope and promises
and so much more than I could dream.
In exchange he asked for patience and faith,
to believe in his words, I told him I would.
but then I fell, and self-anger filled
threw back his words, no I did not deserve.

Then I couldn’t hear him anymore . . . 

I thought I touched my angel, Lord
When I could no longer see nor hear him
but determined to prove I could do on my own,
I stepped aside, didn’t want to need him.
I felt him rising, away from me,
and an emptiness ensued.
Reached out to grab him, to keep him close
but being too late, he was too far away.

“Don’t take my angel, Lord”, I begged and pled,
“I’ll admit I know I need him ~
Is it too late, Dear God, please don’t tell me its’ late
I can’t take this hollowness inside.”

Can you hear me, Lord?

. . . I saw a flash outside my realm,
tried to look, but couldn’t see.
Heard some rustling beside myself,
but could not detect a breeze.
Felt a tap upon my shoulder
turned to look but no one was there.
Reached out to the air for an unknown reason,
but feeling foolish, snatched back my fist.

I felt an itch, inside my hand
tried to scratch but instead found-
a little white feather of the purest kind
Nestled there inside my palm.

I pray to my God, pray for the angels,
pray for all to hear and learn,
reach out now, it’s never too late.
Like God, they patiently await our return.

c. Pearl E M