I Believe in angels
I have had the honor of working with the elderly and have enjoyed it very much. They taught me a whole new meaning to growing older...

THE SILENT BEING
---By Sue Alexander copyright 1998---

I am a human being

Though I am old and still.

Even though I never speak
Does not mean I cannot feel.

I am not an empty shell
My heart still beats within.

I am simply waiting here
For my new life to begin.

We are on this earth
For his job we must complete.

When that job is finished
The Lord and I will meet.

So don’t begrudge me
My silent stay.

For I could be you
On some future day.

In memory of my grandmother
1912-1998

MISS ME BUT LET ME GO

When I come to the end of the road,
and the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me alittle but not to long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
miss me but let me go.
For it is a journey that we all must take,
and each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Masters plan,
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
go to the friend we know.
To bury your sorrows, caring one for another.
Miss me but let me go.

There's nothing whatever the matter with me. I'm just as healthy as I can be.
I have arthritis in both my knees, and when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.

My pulse is weak and my blood is thin. But I'm alwfully well, for the shape I'm in.
I think my liver is out of whack, and a terrible pain is in my back.

My hearing is poor, and my sight is dim. Most everything seems to be out of trim.
But, I'm awfully well, for the shape I'm in.

I have arch supports for both my feet. Or I wouldn't be able to go on the street.
Sleeplessness, I have evey night, And in the morning, I'm just a sight.

My memory is failing, my head is in a spin, And I'm peacefully living on aspirin.
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

The moral is, as this tale we unfold, That for you and me who are growing old,
It's better to say, "I'm fine" with a grin, Than to let them know the shape we're in.

The Guardian
There are those who believe,
so the story is told,
that at birth you receive,
your own Angel to hold.
You come into this world,
on a wing and a prayer,
and throughout your lifetime,
she will always be there.

A Guardian Angel,
who will guide what you do,
her pure essence is love,
sent to watch over you.
Author Unknown

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What Do Angels Look Like?
Like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday.
Like the taxi driver who told you that your eyes light up the world when you smile.
Like the small child who showed you the wonder in simple things.
Like the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.

Like the rich man who showed you that it really is all possible, if only you believe.
Like the stranger who just happened to come along when you had lost your way.
Like the friend who touched your heart, when you didn't think you had one to touch.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types.
Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with wrinkles, some without.
They come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.

They don't take life too seriously, they travel light.
They leave no forwarding address, they ask nothing in return.
They wear sneakers with gossamer wings, they get a deal on dry cleaning.

They are hard to find when your eyes are closed.
But they are everywhere you look, when you choose to see.