Hope

By Louise178

Sun, 21 Dec 2025
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On a bridge

in a park

full of people 

an angel came

and spoke to me.

 

Through the mist

her quiet words

brought sunlight

full of warmth

and kindness.

 

On a bridge

our hearts touched

in uniform language

of gentle love

sent from above.

 

Her few words 

were hard fought

as she came close

she whispered

Merry Christmas.

 

 

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Submitted by TJW on

Angels are great, ain't they?  I feel sorry for my guardian angel.  He's got a tough job.  The final two words reminded me of a scene in the book Johnny Got His Gun:  "Johnny" is basically a torso and a brain, the rest of him was blown away by a mortar or surgically amputated.  He doesn't know where he is, never mind the day.  Then, one day, he feels a finger on his chest and realizes that someone is tracing the letter M on his chest.  It goes on and on and he shakes his head to indicate he recognizes the letter and in the end it was:  Merry Christmas.

V/R

 

Submitted by GlosKat on

Hi JJ

Interesting that you think of your guardian angel as male, and Louise thinks of hers as female.  I've never really thought about it, but if I imagined one for myself she would definitely be female.

I wonder if we identify with our guardian angels as extensions of, or better versions of, ourselves ?