Angels show up in our lives in mysterious ways. They may come to us in our sleep, during times of silence and prayer―or in moments of great challenge. If we open the door, they will guide and protect us. They offer great lessons that touch our hearts and move our souls.
Wearily and still she sits, the seat as hard as stone.
Around her people young and old, yet she is all alone.
Flawless features sleek and smooth that camouflage so well
Her agony and loss of power make life a living Hell.
Idle chatter loudly droning, bags left everywhere.
Takeoff planned for half an hour with not an empty chair.
Every sound and every movement stir and agitate
Her broken body, mind and spirit merged to be her fate.
For a moment all is quiet, an image crystal clear,
Some words of hope, a warm embrace―her mother’s presence near.
Soon trips home will be too hard, the magic turns to dread
As pain reminds her graphically, her future’s bleak ahead.
Flight 302 is boarding now, she startles from the blare.
And from the corner of her eye, she’s caught a stranger’s stare.
Emaciated is his frame, his stature frail and weak,
Balanced only by a cane―a horror and a freak.
As she walks the ramp to board and searches for her chair,
Seat A-14 right next to her, the stranger’s sitting there.
The look she has, a million words that show upon her face,
As shock subsides, her guilt and shame are there to take its place…