Curtis Moorman Poet Rhyme

The Country Angel

THE COUNTRY ANGEL


He came dressed in clean pressed jeans
A leather vest and a matching leather hat 
Though he was someone we'd never seen
No one seemed to think much of that

He was carrying a beat-up guitar case
He asked, "Is this where the Bible study is?"
Someone told him, "Yes", downstairs
We'll begin around sevenish

All were gathered, thirty or so
We opened with a word of prayer
The man in the leather vest and hat
Was kindly just standing there

The host asked if he would like to play
The guitar he'd brought along
He answered quietly, "Yes Sir, if I may"
And he began to strum a song

It was a familiar song to everyone
We all sang every word
The man played melodiously
Sweeter music was never heard

Many souls got saved that night
But we never found out his name
He had simply vanished from our sight
We know not from whence he came

We all agreed on this one thing
Just as Scriptures bares
We had heard an angel sing
And entertained him unawares

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Wren Rushing October 30, 2018 at 5:17 PM Curtis this a great poem, To often we look for Angels to show up in white with wings, but God likes to surprise us. I truly enjoyed it. Thanks my friend.

Debbie Duncan February 23, 2015 at 12:20 AM Loved it all the way thru :)

Graphite Drug February 10, 2015 at 5:56 PM Excellent poem. Your sentence structure with the line breaks is amazing. To use line breaks that work like punctuation is difficult. Don't know if it is talent or luck, but a fun read either way.

Dave Timperley February 5, 2015 at 11:42 AM This is a lovely write Curtis. I am always courteous and polite, for you never know who you are talking to. One day I met a scruffy old man who I took to be the gardener and he turned out to be The Marquis of Angelsey in North Wales, and a lovely man as well. God Bless. D.

Carolyn Crawford February 4, 2015 at 12:56 PM Country or not, we seldom know who is among us. A blessing. (Three times to type this correctly . . . important to me)

Teddy Kimathi February 3, 2015 at 10:49 PM A very wonderful piece you have created Curtis! :-) Curtis Moorman February 4, 2015 at 12:53 AM Thanks, Teddy. Your support is greatly appreciated.

Joan Y. Scott February 3, 2015 at 9:53 PM Curtis, I really like this poem. It is quite different and yet a great story. I was quite impress and it held my attention. Curtis Moorman February 4, 2015 at 12:55 AM Thank you, Joan. I appreciate you kind remarks.

Mike Dailey February 3, 2015 at 2:05 PM I really liked your poem with the exception of the second verse. You completely lost your rhyme scheme. Perhaps you could change that verse to something like the following. He was carrying a beat-up guitar case He looked like he wanted to play Someone told him, "you came to the right place we'd really like you to stay.

Ka Kimmel February 3, 2015 at 12:52 PM Curtis, very nice; I'm reminded of Wallace Stevens in some aspect of your poem, esp. reminded of his 'The Blue Guitar'

Yoni Abai February 3, 2015 at 9:44 AM Splended poem.. so expressive and well written !

Funom Makama February 3, 2015 at 9:39 AM What an outstanding prose poetry.. I love this... Definitely a 7!

Robert Candler February 3, 2015 at 8:13 AM I'm not a 'rater', but you are a writer. What a nice story. Puts one in touch with just how little it takes, on occasion, to bring people together, as well as to themselves; and their finding Faith. But it isn't really "how little it takes", is it? God's interventions loom large and have purpose and never affect just one person. Thanks for you.

Cona Adams February 3, 2015 at 7:33 AM I love this, Curtis. Great imagery, easy flow. I give it a seven.

Michael Birchmore February 3, 2015 at 1:09 AM Nice. I like it.

Viv Wigley February 2, 2015 at 11:54 PM Lovely verse- I agree with Cecilia; this would make a great song, sung by someone like Brian Houston.

Neil Mcleod February 2, 2015 at 9:59 PM This is a delightful fresh and uplifting poem embodying the craft of a true poet. I love it. Neil Stewart McLeod

Tim Collins February 2, 2015 at 7:59 PM Curtis, I found your "Country Angel", it's karmic buddy! Please read my "Ballad of the Blue Suede Cafe"! This is too eerie! It's a song too, on Youtube! Check it out! Great job on your work! Tim Collins!

Janet Boebert February 2, 2015 at 6:54 PM My husband still wears clean, pressed jeans - you have evoked a solid image with your details. I wish I could have heard the mysterious angel sing!

Cecilia Macfarlane February 2, 2015 at 5:49 PM This would also make a lovely country song, excellent write Curtis. Hugs

Raymond Morgan February 2, 2015 at 5:47 PM Well done my good and faithful friend. May the god Lord take a linking to you.

Ralph Sergi February 2, 2015 at 5:34 PM Beautiful poem of an angel and what we need is more music as the sound of God. My compliments

Eve Roper February 2, 2015 at 4:35 PM Beautiful write on a mysterious angel and his guitar, inspiring the congregation to give themselves to the Lord. A 7 Blessings Eve

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl April 9, 2012 at 2:04 PM Belated congrats on your win with this one Curtis well dserved xx

Carol Sunshine Brown April 1, 2012 at 1:02 PM I am very happy to send you this congratulations on your well deserved win in Gail's "Touched By An Angel" contest Curtis. Love, Carol

Gwendolen Song March 31, 2012 at 12:15 PM I am so amazed at how God works in the most unimaginable ways...the guitar was probably converted from the angel's harpsichord and the music right from the throne of God!...So proud of this marvelous poem and its success, Curtis...It's almost like an angel wrote it!...Love, Gwendolen

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