Holiday Gifts

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In my gift wrapping this year, I’m wrapping some very special gifts for you my readers.

Did you know I wrote fiction? Don’t worry I will keep them very short! That’s one mistake we fiction writers can make here on wordpress, making them too long. Lol.

Over the next few days I will share some of the adventure that I’ve written.

There’s the heartwarming story of Henry Vu, who was Vietnamese when he lived on the Earth – yet now he is an angel, that goes around helping people!

Then there is the sci-fi post-apocalyptic adventure called The Last People on Planet Earth. How will they find each other?

And I have some cool stories about Native Americans/First Nations people. One character is named Thunder Speaking.

Intrigued? I thought so.

So kick back, de-stress and have some fun.

And yes I’ll throw some poetry into your holiday stocking.

Peace!!

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

New Dreams

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I remember weeping when you told me your dream of having hair again,

looking at old photographs telling the story

but now it’s Christmas, My Love

and the beauty of the season

is still healing us.

As the grief dissipates

we can dream new dreams

as as we embrace the future

nose to nose,

smiling, walking within the lights

as we hold each others hand.

    

Note: I share this as a matter of personal experience, of how love sees us through the difficult times, not out of any sense of self pity.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies 

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!

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Dreams of Beauty

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You tell me you dream, of having your hair again

and I remember weeping

over the old photographs,

but now it’s Christmas, and the beauty

overwhelms us, heals the grief

so we can look to the future

with a strength,  we did not know before.

We are healed

and breathing love,

I think your dreams are beautiful

but not more beautiful than you,

so sit with me for a while,

and we can dream together,

looking at the lights,

as I reach for your hand.

         

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

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.”