In our lives there happen daily
so many helpful messages
most are ignored yet some are heeded
from unexpected messengers
The person sitting on the trolley
may be an angel in disguise
to let you know what new direction
might some old hackneyed thought revise
That day you lost a stable footing
and fell into a pool of mud
may be the messenger intended
for slowing your boiling blood
It's hard to notice what's a message
a lot of them are brought in ways
that seem so silly, unimportant
yet they are meant to grace our days
When in the din and rush of striving
we often run past what is dear
especially when that strong message
may seem a challenge too severe
The messages we're offered daily
are gifts and nudges from above
though some are couched in ugly garments
they all are sent with greatest love.
Liilia Talts Morrison
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/messages-and-messengers/
