By Cookie Icide Smith
Sometimes when I'm still,
and taking in the peace,
I lift my eyes from prayer,
and a flutter I can see.
I catch just a tiny glimpse,
in the corner of my eyes,
of hurried, soft wings whipping.
and a humm of melodious highs.
Their presence is whispering hope,
to let me know I'm fine.
And telling me that God just heard,
my prayer from up on high!
Someday on Angels Wings we'll soar,
to heaven we will go.
When Jesus comes to take us home,
suffering will be no more.
This is my original work. By Cookie Icide Smith
