An Angel On The Bus
We were getting worried about Grandma,
A widow, she’d long been left all alone,
She was getting more and more forgetful,
She seemed to be in a world of her own.
But she was a determined old lady -
We didn’t want her being put out to grass.
Then one day a new vista opened up,
When she got hold of her first bus pass.
She took to it like a duck to the water,
She became known as the “Off-peak Rover”;
Soon she was a frequent traveller,
And used it to voyage about all over.
Her confidence picked up, we noticed,
And she became increasingly keen.
When we asked her to tell us about it,
Her features became calm and serene.
“You see,” she said, “I’ve had an encounter,
About which it’s not seemly to boast,
But on the Ninety-Seven last week,
I ran into one of the Heavenly Host.”
Now we thought this was pretty unlikely,
And knew that Grandma was liable
To be somewhat over-impressed,
By things she’d read in the Bible.
We asked her what she was talking about,
What on earth was making her so happy,
And, suspecting that we doubted her word,
She became all defensive and snappy.
She said she’d seen an Angel on the bus,
A Close Encounter, of the heavenly kind,
He was just sitting there all on his own,
And she’d been so near, on the seat just behind.
She could have reached out and touched him;
To his collar and the hairs on his neck,
And she trembled in her joy and elation,
As she sat there, high up on the top deck.
His figure was picked out in silhouette,
And about him there was a sunny aura,
At least that’s how it looked at the time,
As she’d remarked to her friend Dora.
He had a special and ghostly presence,
His aroma made her feel slightly faint,
But there was one further thing that clinched it,
The proof that he was truly a saint.
She was a woman of faith and belief,
She didn’t need to have her flames fanned,
But it was right there in front of her,
Truly this Angel sat at God’s right hand.
She knew that she would have missed this vision,
If she’d been travelling by cycle
But there it was clearly, on the label,
In bold, curly letters – “Saint Michael”.
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