When a Child Asks About Angels
When my brother was swept away in a culvert During a flash flood and into a drainpipe Under a road, the stopped motorists, two elderly Sisters on their way home from church, counted Their breath until he spilled out in the ditch On the other side alive where they cheered him From the rail and walked down the path in the rain In their Sunday shoes, flowered hats and dresses, and they Guided him through the trees to the shelter of their car. I am grateful…… More »




























