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Seeing Angels Everywhere
Sally swears and
crosses her heart,
she sees angels in
She doesn’t see them in church,
although she prays for them
to appear to Father Frank
so he doesn’t chuckle during confession.
Sally says one sat with her
in the waiting room,
held her hand, when her mother died.
When she dried her eyes, he was gone.
Last week one helped her
pick up boxes she knocked down
in the cereal-and-coffee aisle.
When she turned around to thank him, he was gone.
Yesterday Sally said one stopped her
from tripping over the curb
while thinking about cheesecake instead of her feet.
When she caught her breath, he was gone.
Please grant me the grace
to believe in angels,
to see angels everywhere,
to see angels in people I meet.
Nolcha Fox has written all her life, starting with crayons on the walls. That led to a long career in technical writing. She retired into creative writing. Her poems have been published in WyoPoets News, Duck Head Journal, Ancient Paths, Dark Entries, The Red Lemon Review, Agape Review, and Storyteller’s Refrain. Her website is: Home | Nolcha Fox, Author (nolchafox2.wixsite.com)