Angel Neighbor

ANGEL NEIGHBOR When I think of goodness and unusual presence I recall just one name – Mr. Germaine Our next door neighbor, just a common man Just a man, but one fulfilling some celestial plan In those childhood years we never knew him to anger But always with a smile, and time to talk a while He had a little dog. Its name was Jelly Bean Just a pup, but the most angelic pup we’d ever seen When I think of innocence, absence of ‘mean’ I always think of seeking, petting Jelly Bean There are some men who sing praise, profess their faith, their love Call on the Lord, fold hands, point blue skies above But then, every now and then, there are these angel men, Just their loving selves, both early and late A mystery to all how they radiate