Entertaining Angels Unaware
Spoken by the Prophetess
I have walked beside a stranger’s flame,
Who never once revealed his name.
He spoke in tones both low and wise—
And I saw eternity in his eyes.
His hands were dusted with the light
Of stars that do not greet the night.
He bore no sword, nor wing, nor sign—
Yet heaven stirred when he passed mine.
He asked no praise, he sought no seat,
But blessed the child, and washed the feet.
He whispered truths I’d never known,
Then vanished into dusk alone.
I did not know, not then, not clear—
Until the Spirit said, “He’s near.
You’ve hosted heaven unaware—
You spoke with one who walks in prayer.”
(Hebrews 13:2, KJV)
They do not knock with blinding sound,
But walk like strangers through the town.
They carry past and future too—
A thousand years inside their view.
One angel once touched Abraham’s door,
Another spoke by Gideon’s floor.
Elijah ate at angels’ side—
And still today, they do not hide.
(Genesis 18; Judges 6; 1 Kings 19:5–7)
One sat with me and watched me cry—
He said, “The time is drawing nigh.
You do not see the war above,
But all you do is seen in love.”
Another met me in a field—
He knew my wounds that hadn’t healed.
He told me things I never told,
And left before the prayer grew cold.
O you who rush through crowded ways,
What stranger have you passed these days?
That homeless hand? That broken song?
You may have missed an angel long.
They do not boast—they only serve,
With purpose fierce and quiet nerve.
They carry word from thrones of light,
And vanish when you set things right.
I speak as one who’s heard them breathe,
Who’s seen them come and seen them leave.
They bend when saints begin to pray—
They weep when children go astray.
So set a plate, and guard your tongue—
For you may serve the Righteous One.
And when the table clears of bread—
An angel’s footsteps may have fled.
Written by Marguerite Grace
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