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The Lonely Angel.
There was a lonely Angel
She didn't have a name.
She didn't even have her wings
But was important, just the same.

Her task it was to make the clouds
The best that they could be.
And place them in all kinds of sky
For all mankind to see.

Some older Angels laughed at her
They even called her names.
Yet she took pride in every cloud
From white, to dark with rain.

One day she lay, her task complete
Upon her favourite cloud
Watching mankind come and go
Then she focused on a crowd.

In the middle of this crush
She saw a man, alone.
Staring up into the sky
As if he'd turned to stone.

As she looked deep into his eyes
She saw there such despair.
This caused an ache within her heart
When she saw that no one cared.

The man then turned and walked away
She followed him unseen.
To a pretty little cottage
In a forest, by a stream.

She watched until soft candlelight
Shone from in the room
She floated to the window
Peered deep into the gloom.

The man sat by a painting
Adorned, it's edge black lace.
Was it this that made him sad.
She watched his tear filled face.

There was a loud noise from behind
The Angel looked around
When she turned, looked back inside
The man could not be found.

She heard the door off to the left
Open quietly.
The man stepped out to check outside
This was her chance to see.

She slipped in silent as a ghost
And peered in through the door.
Amazed at what she saw there
She moved in a little more.

She gazed upon the painting
Her mouth now open wide
She did not see the man now stood
Solemnly by her side.

The subject was an Angel
Lay high upon the clouds,
And a man knelt down, his eyes raised up
On his face a look, so proud.

“I knew you'd be an Angel
And I'm glad you came to see
This painting that I made for you
Because you mean so much to me.”

As he gazed into sparkling eyes
Of the one who was his wife,
The Angel smiled and held him close
As she'd loved him all her life.


© KarenWood