An Angels touch

by Randy East

I sense your presence near to me, Yet I seem to be alone,

running through the darkness On a long and weathered road.

The obstacles prove ruthless as the tree's begin to thicken.

An unseen rock impales my pace and downward I am stricken.

Eyes colliding toward the earth, I brace to take the blow,

but the ground gave way before me and I break into a hole.

Struggling for composure not a second to react.

I fall through the abyss, and await the harsh impact.

I woke a moment later with a ringing in my head.

The darkness all about me. How could I not be dead?

The ground was soft and giving as I fought to try and stand.

But the more I moved the more I lost, I was sinking in the sand.

I yelled for you repeatedly, I could sense that you were near,

so sure that you could hear me, but you didn't seem to care.

I know that you are out there, you could save me if you tried.

Why when I need you most would you run away and hide?

I watched in horror as my chest got sucked in by the land,

but the sinking of my heart was now quicker than the sand.

I knew that it was over and that soon I would be dead.

I humbly closed my weeping eyes, took a breath and bowed my head.

While the last bit of my body was being swallowed by the tangle.

I asked, "Heavenly Father please send to me an angel."

Hoping that the Lord would hear my final plea,

a warmness engulfed my hand and I felt a sudden squeeze.

In a blinding rush of speed, as if ripped out of a scene,

I jerked upright in bed and awakened from my dream.

I glanced over to see you sleeping in your cool and solemn grace,

unaware of my awakening sweat pouring down my face.

I gazed downward at my side still shaken by the sand,

and realized that in this nightmare we were always holding hands.

It wasn't but a moment when I saw you come awake, roll

over toward my side and give me a gentle shake.

I looked into your soft blue eyes as you neared my face with ease.

Confused, you kissed me on the lips and said,

"Why did I have that urge to squeeze?"

(C) 2004 Randy East. All rights reserved by author