Here is a short story to tell.

My grand children did not know that I had come to baby sit for a spell,

while mom was off on a necessary errand.

They were asleep on the sofa  and dreamed of worlds to conquer

Or cookies and milk or maybe jumping on the bed with some special friend.

I was about to bend over and kiss them both on the head,

But thought better of my actions and let reason take over instead.

What if I woke them and interrupted their rest.

What if I intruded on a little dream that had been blessed.

Dad came home early and I was on my way out the door

I whispered good bye and left in a hushed sort of way

I blew them a kiss as I tiptoed across the floor

And the kids still asleep on the sofa, never knew I had visited that day

I was off in my car for the rest of my life and maybe even eternity

When a bolt of lighting struck from the blue

A little wisdom had landed in my vicinity

I swear that I know something now that has always been true

It occurred to me that angels have come and visited us while we sleep

And perhaps even while we are awake

Sent by God with a vigil to keep

Leaving us ignorant of their presence for our very own sake

And here is a thought that boggles the mind

What if God himself comes to sit for a spell,

To watch over us and make sure we are well

I don’t know about you but I wish he would wake me next time

To

Niko & Scotty

MikeB