Calling all Angels

My mother-in-law believes in angels--protective spirits that roam the world. And a heavenly choir, one that I imagine her joining one day. She collects angel ornaments and figurines, and people have often given them to her as gifts.

A few years ago, I told my mother-in-law that I thought I'd met an angel. He was a state trooper. The moon was full when he spotted my son's car on a country highway. He stayed calm and kind and helpful, and I'll always believe he saved my son's life and kept my heart from breaking. 

Soon afterwards, my mother-in-law gave me these earrings. Tonight at 6 PM, when a fellow named Camping predicted that earthquakes would shake the Earth and the Rapture would occur, I took my angels out to our berry patch. I let them dangle among the blueberries, then among the blackberry flowers. Finally, I placed them among the sour cherries.

On a warm spring day like today, when blossoms and berries and greenery abound, I am astounded that anyone could hope for a cataclysmic Armageddon. 

I think he should wish for angels who will help those in need, reassuring them calmly and soothing them with kindness.