With Good Intent
Winds which push me to the end of time
coming from some mysterious source
also insist i write in rhyme.
This is a muse–an angel of course.
Are the angels spirits in disguise
or are they sometimes people like me?
Most of the angels i meet seem wise
and some are like an epiphany.
Louise was an angel living here.
How do we know who an angel is?
By good intentions, it would appear.
The ones i meet are always like this.
It may depend on our attitude.
That’s why my angels are always good.

Walt Abbott–7-15-08