This one’s for all those who believe in angels …
The Angel Behind Me
Scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch
And my serenity scatters
I glance over my shoulder
Expecting to see a fellow wanderer
Enjoying the beauty
Of this bold and blustery morning
But no one’s there
Only a crinkled, weathered leaf
Scurrying softly down the middle of the street
I face forward
And an image of you
Flashes before my eyes
Clear as the day I last saw you
Brown sweater, black pants
Wilted in a wheelchair
Head draped upon your chest
A blanket swaddled around your knees
Suddenly the air feels haunted
Alive with spirits and shadows
Your shadow
Only this time, tall and strong
Enveloping
Protecting
The vitality of you enfolds me
Feasting upon my fears
As I slowly breathe you in
I close my eyes
And a thousand whispered words
Begin pouring from my lips
Prayers for wisdom and guidance
And courage
At the hands of the angel
Walking behind me
*Image by Tumisu from Pixabay.
Who as it?
I love the transformation of his image from feeble to strong. I wonder if a mirrored change on your part would have worked? Like if you eliminated ‘serenity’ from the beginning (since you were harboring fears anyway) and then he leaves you with courage at the end. Just a thought. Glad you’re writing, mama.