When The Angels.....
When the angels came that one cool night
as I was sleeping. When the angels came
I awoke suddenly and found them
standing in my doorway looking at me
watching over me, bathed in a brilliant light
so bright and white but yet it did not blind me
They said not a word to me but gestured slowly
pointing to the heavens, bidding me to look
And there before my eyes I saw the people
All the people everywhere, moving in fast motion
Doing all the things people do while the scene
played faster and faster before my eyes.
Scenes of life, love, chaos....of destruction.
All the while the angels were mumbling
I could not understand what they were saying
Although I strained to hear. Just soft spoken
syllables too low and fast to make out. And
still I watched. It overwhelmed me and, as I
asked them to slow down, it all came to an
abrupt end. It was over and the angels receded.
I sat alone in the dark wide awake, my mind racing.
All those scenes, snippets of life. Some I recognize
already. They have come to pass. And I realize that
the angels were never speaking to me. The images
placed before me said it all. Finally I understand after
all this time. The angels never spoke to me.
They were praying.
.........
