I’ve prayed to God that I could feel
the wonder of your touch...
I’ve shown my Love for you to the Lord,
told him I care for you so much.

I’ve lifted up my soul in prayer,
please let me touch this angel divine.
But, alas I fear, this dream must end,
I wish I could hold him, just one time.

I speak to God each night before bed
about this Love I cherish so...
Lord, can you see the depths of the hurt inside
when you tell me that it’s time to go?

I never once got to hold him,
to kiss his face nor stir his brow -
I never got to tell him of
this dream I’ve seen...and never will,
not now.

And when I’m old and grey
and telling my grandkids of my dreams,
I’ll describe to them the most beautiful,
and brightest angel I’ve ever seen...

An angel who was afraid to live,
who made a choice to let spirit die...
The most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen -
so sad, so afraid to fly.

© 2004, Deborah L. Kelly