Christmas Angel

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I was tired, my eyes heavy, but I was no longer cold or afraid! The glowing light hovering ahead cast warmth onto my limp body. Gazing into the glistening snowflakes my worries and tension floated away. A feeling of well-being spread within me.
Did I die?
I longed to see my mother’s face one more time, but my world faded to grey and the grey darkened to black.
How will it feel when my soul leaves my body?
I took a deep breath and waited.
For unto us a child is born,
Unto us, a son is given.
A choir of Angels, I’d made it to heaven. What will I see? What does heaven look like?
I was sad, scared and excited all at the same time.
So here it is Merry Christmas everybody’s having fun!
WHAT?
Look to the future now its only just begun….
Noddy Holder’s voice bellowed. How could I be hearing Slade’s Christmas song?
I opened my eyes and gazed at my surroundings.
Snow no longer fell, bright sunshine kissed the snow-covered grass.
A dazzling shape floated towards me. It looked like an angel, but it couldn’t be. Could it? I blinked, and it was gone.
What would your daddy do if he saw your mama kissing Santa Claus?
WHAT?
My radio still blasted popular Christmas music.
I was alive!

Not Alone!

candle-in-darkA solitary figure walked through the deserted streets. With every turn plunged he was plunged into deeper, darker shadows as he walked into the bowels of the city, but he wasn’t alone.

“Where are you leading me?” he said to no one.

He came to a dead-end, a courtyard.

“What now?” he asked.

Looking around him he felt hopeless, lost, but he didn’t feel alone. A candle burned in a small grimy window. The only light in the gloom. No wait, there was a door. A slither of light escaped beneath it.

The hinges creaked as he pushed it open and entered a tiny room. He stood for a while as his eyes accustomed to the darkness. The room was empty, but he heard whispers, was someone praying? Following the sound he walked carefully through a darkened archway. A woman sat in the far corner, next to a bed. She turned as he entered.

“Father, how did you know?”

She was holding the hand of an old man. His breath was uneven ragged.

“He’s ready to leave us.” she said. “Bless him Father, help him move on.”

The good father crouched down beside them and held their hands. Eyes closed, they prayed together.

Father Rafferty stood up, his old knees crackling as he did so. The ragged breathing had stopped. He turned to the old lady to offer her comfort, but she was gone. Was she ever there?

The smell of roses tantalized the air and Father Rafferty looked around. A beautiful young woman stood behind him. Her eyes sparkled with life and happiness. She held her hand out, not to him, but to the old man in the bed beyond. A cool breeze passed by him as a young man rose from the old body on the bed.

The young couple embraced and faded into the night.

All that was left was candle light and the smell of roses.