Soap Angel

Resized Salt Spring DSC_0074I would like to share a lovely poem written by Dawn Rowan of Nova Scotia about her encounter with a homeless man 33 years ago. Dawn was inspired to send it to me after reading Dancing on a Stamp:

 My Soap Angel

I was young

In my early 20’s

Trying to navigate

The dark shadowy streets

Of a big city.

The towering skyscrapers

Blocked out

The warm safeness

Of the Sun.

 

It was Toronto

The 80’s

Small-town maritime girl

A little scared and

A lot overwhelmed.

 

I remember

One day

I walked past a homeless man.

He was pressed tightly

Into a concrete corner

Holding up his part

Of the cityscape.

 

He yelled out

As I passed by

Offering me

One of his carved soap angels.

He was proud of his creations.

Each tiny angel was released

From a heavily-scented bar of soap.

Or should I say “heavenly-scented”?

 

He gave me one.

Said I didn’t have to pay

But I did.

 

That little soap angel

Travelled everywhere with me

For almost 25 years.

Why I took her

I didn’t know.

 

But I do now.

 

All these years later

I see the angel revealed.

She was actually

A he.

Not carved in soap

But dressed in rags

On a cold city street.

 

Apparently

I needed a guardian angel

that day.

I just didn’t know it.

 

Every life makes an impact.

Creates a ripple throughout the world.

The giver

The receiver

Often not aware.

But the Angels always are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Soap Angel — 5 Comments

  1. Thank you everyone for your thoughtful comments….and to you Garnet, for my sharing poem, I offer my luminous gratitude 🙂

  2. Dawn..made this ‘old gal’sit and think about those words…tis true we all have something to offer and much to be thankful for.

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