Inspiration

Heritage Poem

Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box, I’ve often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still, serene;
I wish I knew these people
These strangers in the box.

Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks;
I wonder what their lives were like,
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I’ll never know their ways.

If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where and when,
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.

Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday will pass away.

Make time to save your stories;
Seize opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
the strangers in this box!

–Author Unknown

Angel In Your Pocket
I am a tiny angel
I’m smaller than your thumb
I live in people’s pockets
That’s where I have my fun
I don’t suppose you’ve seen me,
I’m too tiny to detect
Though I’m with you all the time,
I doubt we’ve ever met.

Before I was an Angel
I was a fairy in a flower
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.

Now God has many Angels that He trains in Angel pools
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands
We become His special tools.

And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do
He said that my assignment
Is to keep close watch on you.

When He tucked me in your Pocket
He blessed you with Angel care
Then told me to never leave you,
And I vowed always to be there.

“Angel In Your Pocket”
Copyright 1999 by Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Used with permission