Feeling unsettled after a visit by a racist
expressing his disgust with life as it is, was
and ever will be, a typical pessimist who
hides his feelings behind the grinning mask
of a clown – with the laughter of death
I turned to a book to change my mood
“An Angel At My Shoulder” by Glennnyce
Eckersley; as I read of people being led
from danger of death on the road, I
remembered when an angel
Helped me also: Once I lost my way in a
rural area with no street lights, no moon
or stars on a dark, cloudy night; driving in
circles too scared to stop – then saw a
man getting into his car
I asked him please direct me to the highway,
he said follow me, then stopped telling me to
go on alone – I could not; so he simply drove
on till bright street-lights lighted the way;
I thanked him as he turned around
I knew I had met an angel that night…
Glennyce S. Eckersley “An Angel At My Shoulder” 1996
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-met-an-angel-that-night/
