I think I saw an Angel,

In my house last night;

She was sitting in my bedroom,

When I turned off the light.

She was elegantly simple,

In a gown of golden mesh,

Which glittered in the moonlight,

That shone upon her dress.

Soft, golden threaded wings,

Fluttered 'round her haloed head;

I could barely see them move,

As I looked out from my bed.

Oh, so tiny ... so petite,

Was I sure that she was there?

I took another little peek,

And saw her perched upon my chair.

For a moment I was frightened,

Yet, I felt assurance, too;

I wanted then to pick her up,

But my body would not move.

"Is she my Angel, God?" I asked,

"Of course she is," He said;

"And in the dark of night,

She is always by your bed.

"In the daylight hours,

She often perches on an ear;

Everyone has Angels,

And they are always near."

So I lay quite still and watched her,

As she fluttered 'round the place;

Soon she came up on my pillow,

And I swear she brushed my face.

Then, as I watched, she disappeared,

She completely left my sight;

I lay there just an instant,

Then turned on my bedroom light.

I looked into my dresser mirror,

And on the cheek that she had brushed,

Was the tiny imprint of a kiss,

That felt warm when I touched.

Then I looked about the room,

And what did my eye behold ...

But there upon my pillow case,

Was a tiny thread of gold.

~ Virginia (Ginny) Ellis ~

Copyright © 1999

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