An Angel Of Death
I sense an angel of death, nearby;
waiting to take me home;
but, I owe a debt; before I die;
of love; to those all alone.
To all, I have angered, and grieved;
I extend my most heartfelt love;
may they feel full measure of what I received;
in thoughts, crafted from above.
The warmth of the death angel’s smile;
reminded me of the Master’s gift;
I’d only used my talent a short while;
my talents seemed short shrift.
The death angel realized I was jealous;
of the gifts of so many others;
how could I be expected to be zealous;
surpassed by all my brothers.
I had been given the talent to write;
tho hampered by arthritic hands;
the angel encouraged thru the night;
whispering: “the Father understands.”
I was jealous of gifts; a good friend had;
he’d been a first rate photographer;
comparing talents; made me quite sad;
God only made me a stenographer.
The angel explained, after a long pause;
“For great gifts; all hunger and thirst;
Most want gifts that bring them applause;
but the meek shall inherit the earth!”
Monty 5/15/24. # 2,113