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My “Somebody’s Angel” poem was written in a hospital room, on a paper towel, about midnight, while I was staying with my Dad when he was very ill in the hospital. I’d had the title for years, but now that title was beginning to take form. Fortunately, I got to share the poem with both of my parents. Dad passed on later that summer.
A tribute to my Mother and Dad, Hazel & John Heineke, who’ve often been “Somebody’s Angel” and who’ve many times been mine.
Some say that angels come from God,
Borne here on wings snow white,
To touch some human being’s life
While on their heavenly flight.
That may be true, for so it seems
To happen, now and then.
Some heavenly being reaches down
To touch the hearts of men.
But there’s another kind of gift
That comes from God to men.
It happens when a human heart
Is filled with love again.
And this can happen any time,
On any given day,
If human hearts will hear Love’s call
And let Love have its way.
But human hearts are often shy,
And fear what men would say.
They also fail to see how Love
Could use them in this way.
And so they miss the chance to be
Somebody’s Angel when
A caring word, a thoughtful deed
Would’ve brought Love back again.
So listen, friend, and heed Love’s call
To help someone in need.
Somebody’s Angel, on this day,
Just may be you or me.
Charles David Heineke, 1989
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