They Watch Over Us

That promise of watchers to protect you

I say right now, I know that it is true.

I have seen with my own mind since age 2.

I recall having seen, ere I could speak,

As I lay with fever, near death, so weak.

Two cloaked entities hovered over me.

No words, but images for me to see.

I must choose -- to stay, or go and be free.

I woke crying, waited for my mother.

She prayed, she has said, but spoke no further.

Each dark night as child, abed I would lay.

A sparkling cloud would rise, hover and sway.

No one listened -- trick of the eyes, they say.

My cruel brother had made me fear the dark,

I was called liar, in father's remark.

Forever, I have witnessed the bold proof.

In those years of fear, I remained aloof.

Even now my sentries quickly reprove

Any detractor who would thwart charity

Or have me commit harsh disparity.

With age my brother found God in a storm,

A night of cyclone winds, him safe and warm.

I recall years later, I sensed a form 

Draping his deathbed, an angel stood.

The sparkles proved more than words ever could.

I wonder if my misdeeds since age 3 --

Some gosh-awful, others too small to see --

Will block heavenly gates, mean hell for me.

But maybe if I believe, serve when I can,

I can peer in, see loved ones, thank the Man.

Author's Note

We must believe what we know to be true -- and ignore the false.