An Angel On The Bus
We were getting worried about Grandma, a widow, who’d
long been left all alone,
She was getting more and more forgetful, and 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, and used it to
voyage about all over.
Soon she was a frequent traveller, and became known as
the “Off-peak Rover”.
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,
But, 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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