Angels on Earth   Leave a comment

The cats are getting fat

While the dogs are fighting for scraps

When I think that things just aren’t fair

I consider those unable and in despair

We may feel at times we’re fighting for scraps

Just to be heard or to be fed

As I maneuvered down the street today

Nice car, leather seats, six-speaker stereo

Hugging the curb just up ahead

A young guy, thirty-something

Had a wheelchair for his ride

I shifted in my seat

And rearranged my thinking

If there be any hunger

Let my Spirit find its fill

With a much needed dosing

A perpetual overflowing

Never ending, always willing

Never forcing, always wanting

Fruit of love and gratitude

Then, and only then

Will peace and all Her blessings flow

To fill the need of every seeking soul

Reborn, renewed, refreshed

Now enabled to be the savior we are seeking

And receive the gift of selfless giving

To be someone’s angel here on earth





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