Best Poems Written by Stephanie Gordon

Blessed By An Angel

An angel walked through a nursery, in the middle of the night,
she floated over to the infants, glowing in the moon light.
The babies in the hospital, were all left alone
to sleep peacefully and in quiet, before their mothers took them home
But now as they awoke, they looked up at her in awe
At the face of an angel, perfect without a flaw.
The angel smiled sadly, for they would grow up in a world of sin, 
the babies smiled back at her, happy to be in the world they were in.
One baby started to cry, suddenly full of fear
the angel quieted him gently, wiping away a tear
She started to sing, and the baby watched as she placed a hand on his head
Who was this amazing creature.. not quiet alive, yet not quite dead?
They listened to her voice, the sound beautiful and pure.
Her eyes were fixed on them, her gaze strong and sure. 
She whispered to them "Some of you will have everything you want and need,
but the rest of you will have to work, in this world full of greed. 
I know it isn't fair, that half will be happy, and half of you sad
but you will remember my image, and soon we will be together in heaven, merry 
and glad
I'll be there to help you, when times get tough, 
whether your life is happy, or your life is rough." 
The babies grinned and giggled, and drifted into sleep,
The angel was happy for them, she would not weep.
She began to leave, smiling at their innocence,
if the devil tried to harm them, she would be their defense.
She disappeared into heaven, leaving some of her spirit in them all, 
Now they each had huge hearts, although their bodies were small.
The babies would never forget this wonderful angel.. and soon they will know her 
blessings,
but will they remember what she stood for? And that life isn't meant to be 
depressing?
Maybe these babies, since they were blessed with the sight of an angel, will be 
great, 
brilliant, and caring people, who preach love instead of hate.
Have you been blessed by an angel? At any age at all? Maybe not.
But maybe you choose to ignore it, call it a dream, or maybe.. you just forgot.

Copyright © Stephanie Gordon | Year Posted 2007