The Angel
The Angel by Robert Griffith and David McGrede Anderson I must confess her beauty was without rival. I watched this beautiful angel cry in the September rain wishing her tears were mine. I told her I loved her, but to no avail. She cried and cried with raindrops falling off her perfectly chiseled face. I told her that one day I would take away her sorrow; she would weep no more and be happy forever. I would never leave this princess' side. I imagined what it would be like to love this woman, to be beside her forever… her lovely angelic face, mine, forever mine! Then I awoke! It was the same dream, only a dream. On my walk to work the next morning, I thought I saw my angel, once on an elevator and once in a car, but they were just midtown girls going to work as I was. That night I dreamed of her again. Evergreens' arms seemed to embrace and kiss her as I would if I only could. Tears were rushing down her cheeks, I wanted so to brush them aside and tell her I loved her so much and would forever! In my dream I begged the angel to tell me who she was and, when I awoke, I begged her again. I don't think I was very popular at the groom's stag party that night, a Friday night. I was thinking of my angel, my beautiful angel. In my mind she wasn't crying tonight and I was glad because the sky was clear and I could not see a cloud anywhere on the horizon. Friends thought I seemed distracted, though I had talked about her for weeks. I knew it was a fantasy; of course, my angel had folded wings and folded arms. That night, after the party, I went home and dreamed my angel was crying again and I asked her what was wrong. She said, that though she longed to be near me, she would be, much too soon. Then she said she would be by my side forever. She faded away in my dream and when I awoke I felt at peace as I have never known before. I felt down to my barest soul that soon, I would be with this beautiful angel-girl and be contented forever. I had this dream one last time, my angel was opening her arms to me, saying, "Welcome, you're at home now. I will be with you always." I drifted off, held by the arms of an angel. We drifted above into space, and then landed and she took her place. I knew then what I had seen before… a beautiful angel that greets all who visit Memorial Gardens. It was raining and she was crying, the tears running down that perfectly chiseled face. I knew I would be near her soon.
