Anyone want to read a poem....

[WCGreen]

So,
Back when I was young
Not picture book young,
But catechism young,
I believed in Guardian Angels.
My whole world revolved around
These sentinels,
Those protectors,
Those ethereal figures,
With stretched out wings,
Sword in hand,
Protecting me from death.

You see,
Even as a child,
I was frightened by,
The finality of death.
My grandfather,
The dentist,
Not the tool and die maker,
Who had died before,
I was born,
Had this picture book.
In this book,
Which rested on the table,
In the middle of his waiting room,
Was the story of a boy,
Hit by a car,
Battered beyond repair.
But out of the bed,
That great mechanical Hospital Bed,
An arm reached out for God.
In the night,
The middle of the night,
The boy died.
But his arm remained,
Reaching for the heavens,
Held up by,
A Guardian Angel.

I figured the Angel had let down,
The boy in the bed,
Because he was distracted.
Not the boy,
But the Angel.
My whole life,
From then till now,
Depends on my Guardian Angel,
Not being distracted.
I imagined that every person,
At birth,
Was assigned a Guardian Angel,
GA for short,
Who was going to be distracted,
Somewhere between here and there.
And your whole life depended on,
Getting an experienced GA,
Who would keep his eye on the ball,
Way into old age.
So,
Now that I’m older,
Not senile older,
But middle age older,
And have survived much,
I really believe,
My Guardian Angel,
Is the MVP,
I hope he.
Or for that matter She,
Continues,
To have a stellar career,
As it’s all in there hands,
Or maybe not,
But at least it’s something,
To think about.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. Very nice, my dear WC.....

Your childhood terrors come through vividly....

I am still afraid of death...

But I hope that my soul will go and live on...wherever souls go...

And that someday it will go home to God...or wherever souls go...

I want to know what lies beyond this life...

But I'm terrified to die in order to find out...

:loveya: :hug: :pals:

[WCGreen]

2. Me Too