The Lord is so sorry
For who will be missed.
But Jesus asked,
“Father, what can we do?”
There are so many down there,
In so much trouble.
So, St. Peter thought,
Who are the Lord’s winged helpers,
“We all know who you are,
We just need one more…”
Well,
He picked one so willing,
So pure in heart.
And, Oh, so ready for such an assignment.
And, since he found someone who deserved a break,
He picked the one called~
“Angel.”
For that seemed right,
And Oh, so perfect!
Written at the death of my cousin, Angel, who was my age (40), and who died of cancer after a few remissions.
I dedicated this to her two small children in 2003.
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