I was lying in the hospital bed
Much scared, troubled and very sad,
But suddenly I heard a voice, that
whispered in my ear
"I’ll help you, don’t worry, dear."...
Was it the voice of yours, my dear Lord?
And did you really send an angel to my ward?
I felt him standing at the operation hall
Supporting later, for he didn’t let me fall.
I crossed myself and passed much thanks
Above to heaven, to the angels, white in ranks
Sincere gratitude to you, my Lord,
I can’t forget your love and your reward.
The white angel
© Copyright: Хельга фон Краузиньш, 2010
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A very interesting poem. The topic is really very acute. The white angel appears to be a reliable helper, an excellent friend. Let all the people be accompanied and supported by angels. For my own part, I believe in angels, they are my saviours. Many candid thanks. I am glad that you have touched upon this topic, it is something which is required by my soul and heart. Happy New Year to You!
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