by Paul Harwitz
I saw an Angel out on the range.
It appeared silently, and my mount didn’t balk
As the Angel glowed softly while I rode night-hawk.
My horse stopped and bowed his head, and it didn’t seem strange.
“Don’t be afraid,” the Angel said.
He was dressed in white from foot to head.
His outfit was all cowboy and it shone with light.
He had wondrous wings, a glorious sight.
I doffed my hat and said, “Mister Angel, if it’s my time to go,
You just lead the way, and I’ll follow.”
“It’s not your time,” laughed the Angel. “I was just sent by God on high
To tell you He’s heard your prayer, and to give you His reply.”
“He was impressed that you didn’t ask for fame, or fortune, or long life,
But for peace on Earth, blessings on all, and an end to all strife.
The only thing you asked for yourself He grants, out here under the sky,
You’ll be a cowboy till the day that you die.”