Razor Wings


As he descended, he switched to using his razor wings,

cutting through the air even faster

another poet was getting discouraged.

And in his hand the angel held

a scroll, an important message

which read: “Stay in the light

and you will write – living words

once again.”


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Angel Talk

What would an angel say, visiting you in the middle of the night,

in the trenches of your devastation?

Would she put her arm around you, drying

your tears? Nah, she would probably say, “Get your boots on hon,

strap on your shield, and grab a hold of that sword

you know so well.”

“And stop staring at the javelins

in your chest.”

“Let’s get your fight on hon,

it’s time now,

for you and I to slay

some dragons.”


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Wounded Angels


Even wounded angels will keep fighting for us, pulling us back

from despair. Sometimes losing a feather

as they part the sky, to return

back home again.


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“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Archangel


As the Dark Knights pushed their way through the white clouds, the Swordsman looked up, and knew it would take more than a Swordsman to defeat them. He instantly raised his sword high as a beacon, calling for the Command Center to send extra help. His sword turned to fire and crackled with electricity, sending the signal heavenward.

As the Dark Knights saw him, they headed down in his direction. He saw each one had a name, an unholy name written on them. He saw, fear, despair, anger, violence, racism and many others.

Suddenly the sky exploded with a cracking sound, and lightning split it open. The singing of many choirs descended, and through the opening there was one single being, dressed in gold and white. He had long hair, and was carrying a sword and a golden shield.

The Swordsman ducked next to some large rocks, realizing the power of this being. The Archangel would make quick work of the Dark Knights. Without a word, the Archangel simply pointed his sword, and there was a crashing bolt of lightning, that split into a hundred different directions. And it was over that quick.

The people of the town saw and heard nothing, for this was a spiritual fight, in another dimension. But many smelled a burning smell they could not explain, and a few saw a strange dust in the air.

And the Swordsman just smiled and sheathed his sword, thinking this was yet another great victory against the forces that hated humanity. And why were the Dark Knights attacking?

The Swordsman had just freed a 14 year old, from an overdose…….of heroin…….


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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Swordsman – Dimensions II

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He did take her hand, and when the reappeared they were on a broad plain, with the sun setting. Behind them was an ancient castle, or what appeared to be a castle. All he could see were the outline of its walls and towers.

There had been a battle, a terrible fight. What shocked him the most was to see hundreds of swordsmen, and swordswomen, regrouping, and getting ready for the next wave of battle. He had never seen so many in one place.

Somehow he knew this was an important fight, and that he had been called here, like the others, for reinforcements. The very survival of the kingdom was at stake.

And so the monsters came, of all kinds, in neat and orderly ranks. And then it was on – metal against metal as they fought the stinking beasts. The smell of sulfur was everywhere, and many of the Swordsmen, and Swordswomen had to vomit because of the stench during the battle.

He could not understand why the horrible things were not running away, like they did when he fought them alone. Then he realized the prize, the kingdom, must be worth a great deal.

After slaying dozens of the beasts and watching them to turn to sand when he cut off their heads, the monsters began to retreat, only not for long.

He had a moment to look at the castle, the kingdom they were fighting for……..there was a plaque on it with the name of the kingdom, and suddenly he understood……

The plaque said, “The United States………..”


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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Swordsman – Dimensions

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He was stuck, and he had no idea why. A strong breeze was blowing, as he hung on the outside of the 54th floor of a Manhattan office building, and it was tossing his cape like a flag waving. He had never had a problem before with moving through concrete, stone, glass, or even water, but the more he pushed into this wall of concrete, the more he couldn’t move.

He had been chasing a wolf like creature, in order to free an 83 year old woman, who was motionless in a nursing home, and he started getting angry because the thing was getting away. He had just gone through the glass that covered the building, and the metal frame holding the glass, and now his left arm, and half his body wouldn’t move in the concrete.

He saw motion out of the right side of his eye. Through the layers and angles of glass he saw someone, were they really there? It was more of a reflection really, with the pieces of glass distorting his view. It was another swordsman, and he was doing battle!

No wait – it was a woman fighting, a desperate sword fight with someone he couldn’t see. He felt like he was looking through a house of mirrors. He tried moving towards her so instead of pushing he started pulling. It worked!

He flew towards her and the scene changed suddenly. He was now standing in a dark tunnel with a single light, from an unknown source at one end. There was no one and then she appeared, the swordswoman he had seen.

She appeared angry, and said, “What are you doing here, and what do you want!” “I don’t want anything he said, and he meant it. “I’m here but I don’t know where here is!”

She was silent, but as she stared at him, the earth shook, and he heard a loud rumbling in the earth above their heads. “An earthquake?” “No you idiot, it is the sound of war!” There was more rumbling and the single light began to flicker.

The Swordswoman sighed heavily, and said, “We have no choice – you will have to fight with the rest of us…….so take my hand.”


To be continued.


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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Portal

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It was through the stone pillars at the monument that the portal was established. As the angels first stepped through, and overlooked the countryside, they wondered if they were too late. It would be easier this way, to travel through time, instead of space. Only one person in the town looked up and disbelieving what he saw, he turned away. The angels tucked their wings away, and got to work, because time was precious.

What were they here to save us from? From sinners? From pollution? It was the toughest assignment any angel could have. They were here to help us rid ourselves……of hate.


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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Reluctant Angel – Conclusion

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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.

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….” He pointed at the glass cubicle. While music continued from the Angel Command Center, Henry needed to keep the volume down. It was a party of sorts, with a lot of whooping and hollering!

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 Vu faded, becoming invisible. Everything was a blur after that. The doctor yelled, “Look he’s awake!” “We need to run more tests, quick!” 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 $500. “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 Command Center showed the two women becoming the best of friends. Still invisible Henry said to himself, “Sometimes all people need, is a friend”.

Next he was off to Jerry McKenzie’s house. The wind had died down some, but it was still snowing. He stood in the dining room listening to the wonderful conversation. Angela Cartwright was explaining that she was an Anthropologist, but had been unemployed for more than a year. Sarah Klein and her husband just looked at each other. Sarah Klein asked, “Have you ever thought of moving to Toronto?” Angela said, “No why?” Sarah responded with, “I’m the HR Manager….. at the university…… and well……we need a professor…….in Anthropology!”

Henry would have loved to have stayed, and listen to more. But he was beginning to get instructions for another mission, this time in Eastern Europe. Some refugees were in serious trouble, and Henry started brushing up on immigration laws as he began flying once again.

       I hope you have enjoyed this series! Merry Christmas!

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Reluctant Angel II

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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 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 $1,300 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 on the video, 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. 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.”

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

As Henry stood in the room, now alone with Pedro he felt unworthy. He knew his instructions, but could he do it? Why did some people live and others die? 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 come flooding into him. The light became brighter, and then brighter, and Henry could not 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 wings expanded. The light flooded him, and the whole room – even brighter, and brighter still, surrounding 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 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.


Note: The wonderful conclusion tomorrow night! Henry Vu gets to see how the different families are doing, and the amazing results of a few miracles.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Good Angels

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Some people flirt with the demons,

having a conversation, slaps on the back,

thinking it’s cool or neat,

for me there’s too much quicksand to visit,

squirming worms under a damp rock.

I’ll stick with the good angels,

breathing into me, like air from the coast,

showing me the sky, sending me further

into the woods.

Give me a good angel with a broken wing,

now there’s somebody I can relate to,

and we could talk for hours,

maybe even bring some healing

to this crazy world of ours,

as we look out,

over the ocean.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”