In a world of sorrow and pain
Oftentimes, when it appears only to rain
And everything has gone completely down the drain
The drop of each tear causes such a horrible, wet stain
The need now for heroes is more readily needed
The loneliness within our hearts hasn't been treated
An immense, dark hole has been created
The fact that severe depression is being left unimpeded
When in life, what we really need, are simply more unsung heros
Sharing happiness is what he or she happily and readily sows
They find those people in need, by following their hearts and their nose
Because heartache and pain often are hid behind simple, plain clothes
A heaven sent message, ministering angels always bring
They swoop in, just in time, to lift someone's spirit it would seem
They show their willingness to help by selflessly serving
To alleviate other people's pain and suffering
This special hero is found without a cape or fancy car
They don't leap tall buildings nor thru the air do they swiftly soar
They aren't those men or women from legend or lore
But when in need, the light of their car is seen from a mile or more
My heart, a friend, it did yearn
Even though it wasn't any of their concern
This lesson I did quickly learn
That through the whisperings of the spirit, my need they did discern
Their bright smiles and comforting embrace
Are what's needed to put depression in its place
Unhappiness and loneliness they quickly erase
They're a true friend whose heart of gold is easy to trace
Unlike those heroes of legend and lore
These types of heroes stick around for a few years or more
Their embrace has such infinite power, my smile they did restore
This happened in my earthly mansion, behind my closed, front door
Each person do they edify
When they appeared upon my doorstep, I didn't question why
To my succor did they fly
They lifted my spirits before they said goodbye
These ministering angels are a hero to all
Not just during Christmas time or earlier in the fall
They don't care if you are short or tall
For their simple acts of kindness, their names are written in heaven, if I recall
So superheroes they've become
On to the next house, they've run
Love for all is their mighty anthem
To impart with others a portion of their joy and wisdom
These ordinary heroes can never be mistaken
From them, encouragement, have we taken
Their saving powers cannot be hidden
A vision of Heaven, hope, and love did they awaken
Of these amazing heroes, what more can I say
Their willingness to stop and help a stranger, when in earnest I did pray
This special memory of these ministering angels, forever with me will stay
I hope that I too can become a hero, to someone, someday.
Written by:
Jason Cheney
January 2021
