There were angels in the temple;
Right before my eyes.
When the elevator opened,
Much to my surprise -
He stood in radiating white;
To another one he faced.
My hand reached out to clutch his arm,
Then wrapped around his waist.
With a stuttering introduction;
Glad tidings we both had.
Glad tidings we both had.
I smoothed the greeting over
While explaining, "He's my Dad!"
He went his way on errand.
I continued on my own.
Then another angel beckoned.
Dad was not alone.
My eyes drew toward a staircase,
And sitting in a chair
Sat my angelic Mother
Peacefully awaiting there.
My heart began to flutter
As I drifted to
her side.
She held her hand out gracefully
And I reached for it with pride.
We whispered thoughts of happiness,
Of perfect days like this.
We talked of loved ones gone before,
And this coincidence of bliss.
I saw angels in the
temple.
What a blessed day!
My own angels right in front of me.
It took my breath away.
(With Love, Jody)
