In Hopes of Bringing a Comforting Thought

Twenty-Six Angels


Twenty-six angels,
All newly fledged,
Wander ‘round Heaven,
Clearing their heads.

Six of them older,
Having gotten to grow,
To live; to learn -
And each in their turn -
To teach; to lead,
As they take the hands
Of several
Small angels from
The rest of their band,
Fielding the questions,
Calming the fears,
Teaching; encouraging -
Learned earthly experience
Measured in years.

“Do we still need to hide?”
A little one asks,
“No, Dear,” says Dawn,
Still keen to the task
Of protecting and caring
And leading them on
Because, after all,
She is now their New Dawn.

Each newly minted;
Testing their wings is
Like learning to walk
All over again.
They do it
Because they know,
Somewhere inside,
That Mommy and Daddy
Would be really proud.

Twenty-six angels,
All newly born
Yet somehow conscious of
Lives lived before.
Old fears quickly fading;
Love re-blooming fast
In hearts God created
To last
For eternity,
Yet still bereft of the
Arms of the parents
And loved ones they left.

They know, and will always,
How treasured they were,
God needed them more;
Though they are still ours.


     (Apologies for the sloppy poetry - it was written fast and loose but with the hopes that some small parts of it might help people through this initial time of grief and shock.  Perhaps, in time, I will be able to do an acceptable rewrite.)

With Much Love,

Izzlebug (the very out of practice poet)