Listening to every heart
The [Almost] Forgotten Angel and Her Prayer
In a box, in a basement, safe but dark and cold,
among tinsel and the garland, and tiny lights of gold,
sat an Angel, a little Angel, who waited with some cheer
to come alive again in season, about this time of year.
She waited for a special sound, a sound of tissue paper
for she'd soon come alive again, as ornaments would caper
up and down a Christmas tree, she didn't care if live or fake,
for what she wanted most of all, was to be a-light for light's sake.
Oh she trembled as she waited, wanting only just to reign
atop a tree, any tree, where the season would begin again.
With anticipated trepidation, the sounds were coming closer,
waiting with tremulous sigh, and wondered how they would pose her.
Ah, a lift, her box was chosen, the next to be unwrapped to light,
"Oh, here I come, again this year, to be a light shown bright!"
Exposed to the day, she was felt and fluffed, then lightly put aside,
she had no fear, she waited with cheer, the time she did abide.
In her corner, she watched with glee as all her friends from the past,
were shining brightly, glittering all, then to her a friend was cast,
the Teddy bear, the littlest one, that would join her on the tree,
she smiled at Teddy and he winked, and then two became three,
As a little golden Dove, with wings, was put there by their side
Angel smiled at Teddy and Dove, the time they did abide.
No chatting they did, but simply watched, with sugarplum delight
as the tree began to glitter with white and golden lights.
Soon more time had passed them by, still the three sat up high,
when suddenly Angel gasped when a new light caught her eye.
For upon the tree, her tree, she thought, sat a new angel on wing,
beside the angel, sat a new bear, and a dove, too, that could sing.
Angel looked at Teddy, and Teddy, he looked at Dove,
suddenly it was quite plain, but between them grew quiet love,
for they had been abandoned, and they looked with some remorse,
for Angel, Teddy and sweet Dove, were worn from many years, of course.
Oh, the sadness that then prevailed, but none would shed a tear,
instead, a creeping coldness dwelt, and they knew some fear.
For in the years of giving light, and joy, and sweet, sweet peace,
they'd never thought in all that time, their life's season would ever cease.
Now Angel took some silent stock, while her friends sat grim,
and thought "Well, I guess I didn't think it's ever mattered to Him,
that my wings are dusty, and my skirt's sheen not near as fine
as when the day I was new, but well, I guess it's my time."
And she looked at Teddy, and yes, he was missing a button eye,
she glanced at Dove and noticed too, her feathers were a little awry.
She didn't say nary a word, but a silent prayer came from her heart,
for while she still had courage, she knew it the place to start.
"Dear Lord, as you see, everything is all right in our little world,
and for the season we've come forth, our love to you unfurled,
so that in your heaven, your good home, where everything is bright,
know my friends and I send to you, our love in all things right."
No sooner had the prayer escaped from the Angel's heart,
the mistress came near, and placed the three in a tiny and aged cart,
"Here you friends, you'll be safe, and grace our Christmas this year,
where you can be seen, and be touched, and spread your wondrous cheer."
Teddy winked with his good eye, and Dove cooed softly too
and Angel with her palms together, well, she suddenly knew
that He watches over everyone, whether old or plain or new,
that this season and ever more, their light would shine anew.
2 December 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
[This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 12-03-1999).]