The Fallen Angel

image from Pixabay

Landing naked in the gutter she laid still not a sound did she utter.

The pain she felt she did not understand

For it was new to her and not part of God’s plan.

Every inch of her body hurt she was cut, bruised and covered in dirt.

She had never before left heaven’s gate she was scared now of what was to be her fate.

Laying there broken, naked and dirty  she wanted to wash  she,

Had nothing to hide her shame

And she shivered as blood ran down her tiny frame.

Her eyes began to sting as tears welled up, she could not understand a thing.

Suddenly a gentle hand picked her up, she was scared, rigid and

Every part of her body racked with pain.

She was never more beautiful then at this moment in this vulnerable state,

She wondered again what was to be  her fate.

He could not believe his eyes  this startled broken creature lying

In his hand all things known to him defies.

This broken angel in his hand , could he help her or was it out of his command.

Gently now he scooped her up she winced and he jumped

Nearly dropping her back into the gutter.

Breathing deep he steadies  his hand he is determined not

To damage a lock of her hair,  no, not even a strand.

He wanted to keep her,to mend her broken body. Why had he found her, was there a plan?

What ever  he decided to do the best he can.

Taking  a tissue from his pocket  he covered her nakedness, the look in her eyes was pain and thankfulness. H

He took her home and gently bathed her skin.

He whispered so as not to scare her. He asked how and from whence she had come

She said  he could not understand and so she could not tell,apart from the fact

That there was a battle and she had seen view from the gates of hell.

He spent days tending her and at her request he prayed for her. He kept her in a shoe box.

His dog investigated her  but the dog was gentle with her and let her nestle in it’s fur.

Finally she was healed and told him she must leave  she had to make her way back to heaven and that there was no need for him to grieve.

image from Pixabay

She would always watch over him and help him in any hour of need. She told him he had shown her such care and love , that  he had tended to her even ignoring his own need.

So on a moonlit  night he drove out  to the beach he sat and talked with her until dawn . With  tears she told him she could not stay no matter how much he beseeched

Finally as the sun was rising in the  sky he gently kissed the angel and watched her as heavenward she did fly. Remember she called down to him I shall always  be grateful and we shall meet again when you die

Image from Pixabay

IF WERE HAVING COFFEE: Guest Post Healing

Healing

Paul your Barista

Paul your Barista

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul, I’ll be your barista today and I’m happy to be here once again. Please come in and make yourself comfortable. Willow has plumped the cushions and started a cozy fire so we can warm ourselves while we have a cuppa and chat. As usual, I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy ourworld-wide readership. Also available is a large selection of spirits for addition to your cuppa or in its place. We can relax while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

Well, this week has been basically a recuperating time for me after my operation last week. I seem to be healing well and had the nurses remove the dressing from the incision in my neck last night in dialysis. It looks great and has healed nicely. We are watching my meds closely with blood tests during each dialysis session (this is very simple and just involves taking blood from the dialysis needles before/after/during dialysis depending on the particular test). So far everything is within normal range and we have tweaked two meds slightly – adding an extra pill here and deleting one there. I am starting to notice a number of small improvements already that indicate that we are on the right track. I’ve noticed that any scrapes or scratches on my skin are healing much faster and cleaner than before. It is easier for me to stand up and sit down and walking is getting more fluid and pain free. So far these are all small changes but it has only been 10 days since the operation, and if the improvements continue the procedure will have been very successful.

One of the outcomes is a serious positive improvement is my ability to sleep. Which is actually why I am late getting this post to Willow this week. Because of medical issues, I haven’t been able to sleep more than 1 1⁄2 hours at a time for many years now. I will get up for a short while and then go back to bed. I am getting my total sleep necessary but never in periods long enough to get to REM or achieve the rest that I really need. Well, it turns out that the chemical imbalance that my recent operation targeted has been a contributing factor in the inability to sleep. I was up most of Friday night after dialysis, and then went for a nap early Saturday a.m. I slept for 5 hours straight – something that hasn’t happened for years now. Surprised, I had a bite to eat, wrote a bit and went back to bed and slept another 3 hours. To get 8 hours sleep in two sections is a major improvement. However, I wasn’t expecting it and that put me behind in getting this post out to Willow. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Ha! Do you sleep well at night? Do you take naps during the day? (I enjoy this.) I haven’t slept normally for so long that I forget how it works.

Have another cuppa? Oh, while we are on the topic of personal medical issues, I came across the funniest (and oddest) piece of medical information in a post by a good Doctor that I follow. Victo Dolore on her blog “Behind the White Coat” recently wrote an hilarious post https://doctorly.wordpress.com/2015/03/14/the-antidote/ that included the somewhat obscure information that flatulence may actually be healing. Apparently the smell component –Hydrogen sulfide – has medicinal properties. ((http://time.com/2976464/rotten-eggs-hydrogen-sulfide-mitochondria/ and http://www.theguardian.com/science/brain-flapping/2014/jul/14/silent-not-deadly-how-farts-cure-diseases ). I thought I would mention this piece of obscure information because I would have delighted in knowing this at the age of 12. And even if it is a bit later in my life – the information is still delightfully indicative of the absurdity of life.

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Would you like another cuppa? A sweet perhaps? So, that’s about all he news on the personal front. Pretty tame but positive. On the national front here in Canada it has been a slow week as well. Sadly today we are burying a member of our special forces who was killed by friendly fire on Iraq – Sgt. Andrew Doiron. There are a number of other local stories as well – the usual reports of fraud by a public official and discussion of our bill C-51 (a piece of legislation that allows our secret service to spy on citizens for purposes of addressing terrorism). On the international front, the story of the week seems to be the disappearance of the Russian president – Vladimir Putin. Very strange and not even a sign of explanation yet. Time will tell. Personally I think he has always been a construct of the old KGB and they have been hiring actors to play his role for years. (Just kidding!) That explains his occasionally odd behaviour and changes in looks and attitudes. I suspect they have run out of money to pay the actors who play him and so now find themselves without a president. (Ha!)

On that note, that’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in with another cuppa and watch the fire. Sweets anyone? Please join me in thanking Willow for her invitation to tea. We are all honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Willow is over there serving her guests and chatting it up. Let’s go see how she is today. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you back here for sweets and beverages of your choice again next week.

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