An Angel Waits


I kept an angel waiting,
Outside my mental door.
While I, in ignorance,
Battled helplessly,
With a problem
I never had before.

Foolishly, I parried with the devil,
On his own familiar ground.
What self-righteous esteem
Cluttered my consciousness!
To believe I, alone, could make
Satan go down.

The longer I kept up “the argument,”
The worse I began to feel.
Until my angel, still patiently waiting,
Whispered, “Go to God;
This problem is unreal.”

Suddenly, all arguments were silenced.
My thought soared to God
And rose to higher ground.
The problem no longer existed,
And the devil was nowhere to be found!

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