Spare Angel

Spare Angel
by Nabih Saliba

He sat with his defeated stare
I wondered what had put him there.

"Poor soul," I thought and looked at him,
as he bared forth his toothless grin.

"Dear God," I prayed inside my head
"If you don't help, he'll soon be dead!"

Within my soul, I heard a His voice,
"I've sent my angel so rejoice!"

I looked around and tried to spot
The angel that this fellow got

When in the window I could see

The angel sent by God was me