Angel
By Gregg Inhofer

The angels came from far and wide. A burning question to decide. What to do about this broken man below and a guardian angel to bestow. One by one the angels laughed. For special blessings this one’s last. He’s squandered all the gifts he’s had and this alone made angels mad. You are my angel though I can’t imagine why you don’t take your wings and fly away from me. You are my angel and I really don’t know what I would do, but I wish that I could be your angel too. The angels knew for right or wrong this meeting wouldn’t take too long. A volunteer , but all was still...til the littlest angel said I will. You are my angel though I can’t imagine why you don’t take your wings and fly away from me. You are my angel and I really don’t know what I would do, but I wish that I could be your angel too. When I was a boy I felt so safe inside, protected by some distant, mystic presence. Now that I am grown, I feel so all alone, imprisoned by the me that wants to grow and the me that I don’t know very well. He’s living in his self-made hell. How deep it goes he’ll never tell. But through it all the angel comes and finds him there. How does she know? Why does she care? She knows what she expects to find, a broken wing, an eye that’s blind. But yet she comes and spreads her joy and deep within him stirs the boy. You are my angel though I can’t imagine why you don’t take your wings and fly away from me. You are my angel and I really don’t know what I would do, but I wish that I could be your angel. Hope that I could be an angel. Wish that I could be your angel too.