Wednesday 15 October 2008

CRASHED ANGEL

I found a crashed angel
At the side of the road.
His face grey.
His wings all tangled up.
I took out my hanky
And mopped his brow.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Maybe you could help me up?”
I did so.
He stood unsteady
Leaning on my shoulder.
“How did it happen?”
“Oh. The usual story.
I was so full of the love of God
I flew up and up and up.
But I lost control,
And came crashing down.
Stupid really.”
“Not really,” I said.
“A mistake we all could make.”
And I gave him a big hug.
He smiled wanly. “Yes.”
We walked on.
At last he said,
“Well. Time to get back to H.Q.
Work to do.”
“Yes,” I said.
And off he flew.

Have you ever seen an angel fly?
No. Neither have I.