The Roar and Rage of Winter

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He squinted his eyes against another attack by the icy wind. The snow tore sideways now, containing small chips of sleet, he shrunk his neck even further down into his parka,

with one hand holding onto his hat. He was tired of this roar and rage of winter, the daily fight with the wind.

But he was a tough ole guy and on this day he leaned in, lifting up a prayer, thankful that he had a job to go to,

which meant they both had the medical coverage they needed so desperately.

No ugly wind would ever take his wife. He was a tough ole guy still fighting, the roar and rage

of winter.

 

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Silently Through the Pine Trees Unseen

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When it snows I often think about God,

it must be exhausting carrying

the weight of knowing everything,

all the time

yet He moves silently through

the pine trees unseen,

and when He walks, there are never

any tracks in the snow,

only the peace

He left behind.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

In Every New Beginning

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In every new beginning there is always the hope of being filled

with brighter rays of sunlight,

as we reach out

with our hearts 

because we believe in love

even when our glimpse is yet distant,

we expect that we really can overcome

every obstacle,

conquer every fear

through finding, living in

the end of the horizon.

Looking back we can see,

the journey was truly

the victory

after all.

Have a wonderful, creative, dreams fulfilled 2019!

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Stillness of Trees

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A closer walk within the wind, discovering the pre-dawn of winter

where prayers guide us through

the stillness of trees

gifting our spirits

with a sense of quiet,

a stronger muscle,

and lungs unafraid to breathe

through all our questions.

It is winter

and our boldness will see us through.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Henry Vu – Reluctant Angel – Conclusion

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As Rev. Jackson looked in at Pedro, he got the shock of his life, and his jaw dropped open. “He’s awake!” “And he’s moving around, is that a smile on his face?” He simply could not believe that the child was well.

Henry interrupted him, “Listen time is short, the nurse is on another floor and will return any second.” “I’m gaining my strength back and will go invisible again, but I need you to do something.” “I need you to contact the media about this, but not just for publicity.”

Rev. Jackson was all ears, listening. “Rev. Jackson, this family has been devastated in many ways, including financially.” “I need you start a fund to pay the medical bills, and advertise it!” “Make it a human interest story!” Now it was Rev. Jackson’s turn to smile from ear to ear.

Both the doctor and nurse came into the room just as Henry faded, becoming invisible. Everything was a blur after that. The doctor yelled, “Look he’s awake!” “How did this happen!” The nurse began weeping, and said, “I’ve been praying for this child!” “Thank you God!”

Henry, now invisible whispered into Rev. Jackson’s ear, “Pssst, check your coat pocket!” When he did, Rev. Jackson found a gift card from Wal-Mart for $2,000. “For the family, and their holidays…..” And then Henry was gone.

He flew by the Jenkins house where Linda Cunningham was still talking to Caroline, and they would be, long into the night. The carolers had long since gone home. A video of the future, from the Angel Command Center showed the two women becoming the best of friends.

He continued to his next assignment invisible, but he began smiling again, and said to himself, “Sometimes all people need…..is a friend.”

    

Note: I hope you have enjoyed this mini-series! I’ll be sharing smaller pieces of fiction throughout the week with some poetry!

   

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Henry Vu – Reluctant Angel III

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As Henry stood in the room, now alone with Pedro he felt unworthy. He knew his instructions, but could he do it? Could he be filled with that much light?

Why did some people live and others die? Then he heard Gabriel’s voice in his ear, “You can do this!” Praying silently, and still invisible, Henry reached his hand in through the portal of glass, taking Pedro’s hand in his.

As he did, Rev. Jackson was in the hospital lobby, and then in the elevator going up. Henry felt a sudden sense of light flow into him. The light became brighter, and then brighter, and Henry could no longer keep his identity hidden – he was clearly visible now, along with the light of ten thousand suns.

No one saw him but Henry was now in his natural white robe, and his immense wings expanded. The light flooded him, and the whole room – even brighter, and brighter still, surrounding and flowing into young Pedro’s body with the light from heaven.

The light was shining so intensely it went through windows, walls, and down the hallway, it was burning, a pure white light that could be seen for blocks, out of the 4th story of Memorial Hospital. Several motorists outside stopped in awe, just to look at the brightness, wondering what it was.

Rev. Leon Jackson got off the elevator, and immediately had to cover his face because he was blinded by the light. Were those……were those…..angel’s wings? “Dear God!” he said out loud. Then suddenly the light went out.

But Henry Vu was still standing there, in all his angel glory, unable to disguise himself due to the drain of his supernatural power. Rev. Jackson took off his hat, and slowly approached Pedro’s room. With his back still towards Rev. Jackson, Henry Vu said, “Come in Rev. Jackson, I have an important job for you to do.” Rev. Jackson gulped hard, and walked through the door.

As Rev. Jackson walked into the room, he thought he heard music, like a choir. “Is that music I hear?”, he said. Henry Vu turned to the pastor, and said, “Yes Leon, a great miracle has taken place tonight, and heaven is rejoicing.” A huge smile spread over Henry’s face. Henry’s face was beaming, glowing really.

To be honest Rev. Jackson was shocked, firstly that the angel looked Asian, and secondly that a miracle had taken place. Henry continued explaining, “See for yourself….Pedro Martinez has been made whole again….”

The conclusion tomorrow!

 

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Henry Vu – Reluctant Angel II

Colorful ChristmasIt was Linda Cunningham that caught Caroline as she collapsed with grief. Linda knew what grief was, been around it a time or two and lived it, especially when her husband died of cancer last year. Linda asked, “What is it sweetheart?” The response broke everyone’s heart. Caroline managed to blurt out through the tears, “My husband is dead!!!”

The two women sat there for a long time as Linda held her, rocking Caroline back and forth. Linda waved on the carolers, so they could sing on through the neighborhood that night. Eventually the two women went inside, to drink some coffee and to talk.

As Henry Vu watched the two women go inside he received instructions for his next assignment. There was an emergency at Memorial Hospital, and he would have to leave immediately. 5 month old Pedro Martinez was fighting for his life, in the Neo Natal ICU.

On his way to Memorial Hospital, Henry Vu received a transmission from the Angel Command Center. As he was flying, he saw the story of the Martinez family. Months of young Pedro being in the hospital had completely drained the family, emotionally, physically and financially. Even with the current health care reform, the Martinez family owed hundreds of thousands of dollars in hospital and medical bills. Medication alone cost $2,800 per day!

Worst of all, young Pedro was losing his battle against a terrible disease. As Henry coasted into the hospital air space, he saw young Pedro in a glass enclosed cubicle with tubes everywhere. Was that a probe in the child’s head? “God have mercy!”, he said out loud.

He decided to come into the hallway invisible, but nothing could have prepared him for the shocking scene, once he looked into the room and saw the child up close. There were more tubes in the cubicle, than there was of Pedro. Was it against the rules for an angel to cry? Either way he got out his handkerchief.

A doctor and nurse entered the room as Henry watched, still invisible. They were looking at Pedro’s charts and the machines he was plugged into. The doctor shook her head no, and said, “I don’t like the look of this at all.” “His blood pressure is dropping, and his numbers do not look good.” “You better call his parents, and the chaplain.” “I don’t think he’s going to make it through the night.” They left the room to check more lab work, and Henry inched closer.

Raul and Maria Martinez were sleeping, but got dressed quickly once they got the call. In a church close to the hospital, the Chaplain, Rev. Leon Jackson received a text explaining the situation. Even though the church was in the middle of a midnight Christmas program, he whispered into his wife’s ear, and prepared to leave. His wife Cheryl would ask the church to pray…..

To be continued, tonight and tomorrow!

   

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