Some will be angels
I suppose, when I think of the world of the spirit;
and wonder what spirits will do.
Some may be angels of the guardian kind,
who keep us in line and keep us safe,
when we stray the line, and veer away.
Some may be angel messengers, who deliver
a call, or a promise, which the
Lord is sending
to direct our path
toward the destiny intended.
Some angels will be singers, for sure,
for we know there is a choir there,
in eternity—a choir that praises God day and night
for only God is worthy.
(Though there is no night there,
for the Light of Christ fills the place.)
It is not a choir, I shouldn’t think, where
one auditions for alto or bass,
but instead is selected according to one’s love of God
and the steadfastness of our faith.
I long for a part in that Heavenly Host.
That’s what I’d want to do the most,
in the world of the spirit,
when I ponder what spirits do.
Some will be companions, I imagine,
who guide us across from death to life
in the other space, where spirits dwell.
They take us there so we’re not alone,
and keep us company when we head home.
Some will be angels who walk with us
through the valley of the shadow of death,--
sometimes sending us back,
because it is not our time yet.
Those angels are friends and loved ones,
I am sure; whose love endures,
as they wait for us, to cross that space
into eternal life.
Where spirits live.
