Some people picture
angels
As tiny, fragile
things,
Petite and pert and
perky,
With pretty, dainty
wings.
Other people often
view them
Dressed in flowing,
pastel gowns,
Flying through green
meadows,
Blessing flowers
with gold wands.
Others see them peek
from pockets,
Playing games of
Hide 'n Seek,
And feel them
tickling noses,
While softly kissing
cheeks.
All are wonderful to
look at,
Truly beautiful to
see,
Wondrous, breathless
visions,
Of awesome majesty.
They are perceived
as delicate,
Sweet creatures
light and airy,
And sometimes they
are confused
With playful, little
fairies.
An understandable
mistake,
Based on early
childhood tales,
And wishful
dreaming, too,
perhaps,
From fairy tales
regaled.
But, according to
the Good Book,
Since whenever time
began,
Angels were as big,
or bigger,
Than ordinary man.
As trusted
messengers of God,
They faced perils
all the time,
And even fought
great battles,
Shedding blood and
sweat and grime.
It stands to reason
many wars,
Fought in heaven's
early days,
Were manned by
warrior angels,
Rugged, muscular,
and brave.
Gabriel could not
have blown his horn,
Without some good,
strong lungs,
So, as angels go, he
must have been
A big and strapping
one.
The archangel
Michael did his
thing,
Requiring strength
and courage, too,
No tiny, weak-kneed
creature, he,
But an angel from a
robust brood.
And, what about the
angel
That wrestled Jacob
all night long?
If he had been too
puny,
He'd not have made
it through 'til
dawn.
Who rolled back the
massive stone,
That sealed our
Savior's tomb?
Angels blest with
muscles,
I think we can
assume.
Angels that are sent
to earth
Come in different
shapes and sizes,
Some so big and
tough and rough,
We cannot recognize
them.
I sure want my
guardian angel
To be the sturdy,
hardy kind,
That can handle
major troubles,
And, if need be,
violent crimes.
And when my time on
earth is done,
And I'm ready to go
home,
Send me an angel
strong enough
To lift and carry
these old bones.
Yes, I believe in
angels,
Be they big or
small,
They each fulfill
God's purpose,
And He's made them
one and all.
Virginia (Ginny)
Ellis
Copyright March 2002
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