Self-Esteem Support

A Frail Old Angels Cry

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Last night I had a dream

It had a tale to tell.

I dreamed I saw an Angel;

Poor thing, he wasn’t feeling well.

His body bruised and battered

His wings were ripped and torn

This Angel could hardly walk,

He looked so tired and worn.

I walked right up to him to ask;

Angel?  How can this be?

He turned around and paused a (bit),

Then he spoke these words to me:

“I’m Your Guardian Angel,

A great task as you can see.

You’ve run amok most all your life;

Look what it’s done to me.

These bruises are from shielding You

In times both dire and ill.

Those alcoholic bouts and drugs you’ve used

I’ve often paid the bill.

You see my wings are ripped and torn;

How often they have flown you

From evils unaware.

Each mark is its own story

Of deadly wounds destroyed.

 You made me wish~more than once~

That I was unemployed.

If only you could make it

Standing on your own;

Oh, don’t you fret or worry

But please try to remember

I’m getting old and frail.”

I could not believe all I had heard,

Let alone how much he cared.

I wept upon his shoulder,

Then left him in despair.

The next day I sat and pondered;

Should I really try?

And in the distance I thought I heard;

A frail Old Angel Cry.

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Author unknown

I do too.  It's an old poem, that I found many years ago.  I had found it just at the right time, when I and my daughter were going through a really hard time.  I was exhausted from simply trying to keep her alive.  We never gave up on each other; and she's a treasure in my life.  She's doing so very well now and has held me up a time or two since then.

For some reason, I found it again and felt I should post it.  I listen to my intuition and put it up here.  Hope it helps someone.

Blessings.