Some Angels... Don'T Have Wings!!! Poem by Jesu Johnson

Have you ever taken time to notice and implore,
that in the world around us there's so much more.
When life seems to rear an ugly circumstantial set,
there are some among us
that remind us not to fret.

They seem to always know what it is to be said,
assurance that better days lie ahead.

Providing a gentle touch to a chin,
of a face that's held low,
casting a gentle smile,
re-igniting a flame,
within a washed out soul!!!

Friend don't you know.

Some ANGELS
don't have wings!!!

Yet.

They go on doing what they do...
miraculous things.

They carry many titles,
names in which they go by.

Teacher,
Preacher,
Team Player,
COACH!!!

Grandma,
MOMS,
POPS,
Grandad,
Sister,
Brother,
Cousin,
all sorts.

Instilling lessons taught
and lessons learned,
dreams cultivated,
and hopes
revitalized
to those of us,
distraught.

I tell you this because I've come to know.

Some ANGELS,
Don't have wings!!!

Yet they go on doing what they do
phenomenal things.

They seems to spring into action,
without a whimper or a glare
never departing,
with us all the way,
breath by breath
step by step.

Then comes that faithful day,
the one that we never seem to forget,
You know the one when sweet trumpets play,
never to relent.
A sweet, sweet melody
which he or she can only hear.
'Come on Home ', the creator, would say,
I've reserved for you a special pair.

'Welcome Home '
here is your eternal place, up here
among the saints, my dear!