An Angels Tear
An angel shed a tear from both her soul and her heart
As she viewed the Earth’s beauty that its people called art
Their art came from their souls and from their hands
It came with their giving, shown to every man
It came from the precious moments that were needed elsewhere
And sponsored from the funds that were so hard won and rare
It came from ideas when an occasional quiet moment was won
And in their world, there are precious few of such ones
It came from the hearts that had often known despair
As one paid it forward from a gift of another’s fare
And Hope slowly rose with each and every smile
As a moments’ help began to grow by the mile
And all the thoughts became bright where applied
So remember how important, can be something you do
When someone is given, a momentary helping hand, from you
No matter how small, no matter how much
It’s the love and the heart that comes with the touch
And an Angel did smile
That so many had learned to give in a short while
And they’d learned: there’s an art to giving so very worthwhile
Written 10-25-2015
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015
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