When I was in a doctor’s care I prayed each day that God be there. Let an angel with me abide Until I'm happy deep inside. Let something good occur again And end this judgment of my sin. Roll back the clouds of darkest drear And please, acknowledge that I'm here. My life has lain in ruin three years And a river I've cried of tears. In Angelic apparition, An answer to this petition In the form of a friend, a nurse Saying, "My cousin shares your curse, He’s in the survivor’s sin Her turmoil rises deep within. Her accusation's surely false, You'd need only feel her pulse To see the torment in her mind. This thing repression you will find Only exists within the cult That makes its money on insults." To her my story did unfold How this deception had its hold And patiently she did listen As I glimpsed her halo glisten. Then once again she spoke to me, "Go back to God, now don't you flee, Don't seek for credibility Receive again your sanity." She connected me to my past With information very vast Using a scrapbook now dated, Pictures, letters antiquated, And reminders of that old car I had driven so very far Just to take her with her brother For a visit with their mother. She arose, left and closed the door. Would she return? My heart would soar! She made me happy, that is so, Angels have THAT habit. You know! |