This morning I thought I saw an angel
just a glimpse,
out of the corner of my eye.
She passed by my kitchen window
shimmering in early morning sunshine
while I washed dishes.
By the time I looked up
she had gone.
But I thought
as the soapy bubbles glistened iridescent,
‘How nice it must feel,
to be the bearer of good things
on such a beautiful day,’
And even though I know
she wasn’t really there -
I can choose to believe if I want to.
And who doesn’t want to believe in angels.