The Ink-Black Sky
At night when I look into the ink black sky
Billions of stars glimmering out in space so far
I think of all the people who have lived and died
Perhaps their spirits have latched onto a star
Maybe they are the angels we ask God to send
When problems in life are too heavy to burden alone
They hover above us watching o’er us by night
While God gives directions from his heavenly throne.
Outer space is filled with worlds unknown to us
So who can deny that angels exist out there?
Everyone I know think of heaven as God’s home
They look to heaven with every thoughtful prayer.
Could it be that loved ones watch us from the clouds
Standing guard over us while we sleep?
Do they guide our dreams at night
And visit with us following the interval of counting sheep?
When I see a falling star, I wonder
Is God sending a fallen angel from his midst?
Or maybe it’s a light-year trip by one of his angels
To delve in some problem he can’t resist.
© 2010 Jeanette Cooper
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This is reassuring and playful at the same time. Excellent work. Hugs,
Sheila
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Anna
God bless.