A Running Angel by Raymond A. Foss
A burst of familiar motion racing down from the chancel to my pew A very serious angel needing to go out of the sanctuary, urgently a race in daddy’s hand down the center aisle halo swaying and wings flapping carrying her on the wings out into the narthex a stop in the bathroom; “Dad get my halo, it fell off!” Blurted plea, exhortation No time for your/my hand now, plow through the ushers, blocking her path race to her spot, wings and robes and hair all flowing in the breeze, at full sprint an urgent angel back in place not missing a beat joining the heavenly chorus singing on cue
December 25, 2007
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