Angel's Unaware
Is the knocking at my door a pest
this hot and humid day?
Or just one seeking shade to rest
as he travels on his way.
Asking only if he could sit a spell
in my shaded front yard.
The fact he had no goods to sell
had caught me quite off guard.
He asked of me a drink to spare
from water in my well.
While drinking he began to share
God, and a burning hell.
As I brake bread with this old gent
with tearful look he said.
I'm thankful for the time you've spent
for the water and the bread.
I'm tired but I must get on the roads
stretching his weary back.
Thinking me for lightening his load
but alas he had no pack.
With deeds and words we do and say
showing others that we care.
In life while helping others we may
entertain an Angel unaware.
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