An angel poem

This is offered for Tweetspeak Poetry’s March theme: angels.
 

ANGEL, FOURTH CLASS

On the hottest day in July two angels

came home with us. Two homeless angels,

sister angels, abandoned on some guy’s ranch.
 

Terrier angels,

with a splash of dachshund and a spit of Jack Russell.

Demanding angels.

“Your puppies are so needy,” the house-sitter said.
 

No, I was the needy one, the one who prayed

like George in the bar: “Father in heaven, I’m not

a praying man, but if you’re up there

and you can hear me, show me the way.”
 

George got Clarence. I got Polo and Clover.

Someone up there dispatched a couple of mismatched angels

nowhere near AS2. More likely, Angel Fourth Class.

Clover’s probably Sixth Class.
 

What kind of an angel eats all your broccoli?

The kind that knows the only way to save you

is to jump right into your swirling river and bark like mad

until you jump in, too.

Comments

  1. OH, Megan. I love this poem – and I am not even a dog person. But angels with fur? Yeah, I’m a believer. So thankful you jumped in, that you are alive.

  2. Nice.

  3. This is so touching Megan. They come into our lives wrapped in unconditional love and show us the way. Beautiful.

  4. Very cool! Demanding, needy angels. And that last line? I love it.

  5. Are they not all ministering spirits, sent out to render service for the sake of those who will inherit salvation? (Heb. 1:14)

    needy, scrappy, ministering spirits
    bringing salvation to the swirl

  6. Thanks for sharing this, Megan…I like it alot.

  7. I had an angel like that that came the year my only child graduated from High School and his father and I divorced both in the same month. What a godsend that little bundle of fur was. You’ve written it well.

  8. Oh, Megan, you old building-and-loan pal of mine! So glad you mentioned this over at my place. And, since I read your Lenten reflection before clicking on this, now I know that you’ve been practicing ministering to angels during Lent. 🙂

  9. Loved those last four lines!
    And I thoroughly enjoy broccoli, but I know some who *would* consider someone else eating their broccoli an angel. 🙂

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