Wings appear fragile
Yet carry an angel’s weight
To heaven and back.
Invisible winds,
Can their currents carry us
Away, far away?
Will my feet hold firm
On this shifting gauzy sky,
A wispy cloud’s whim?
Tag: heaven
No Snow White
No Snow White
by Leslie Noyes
Underneath the good girl ruse, dark secrets lurked well hidden. Dimpled smiles hid her thoughts, as urges rose unbidden.
“Be yourself,” she was told, but herself was so lackluster, so instead she chose to be a tart, full of heat and bluster.
Reputations made or broken on a rash of indiscretions, too easy, too cold, or full of calculations.
Good girls go to heaven, she’d heard, but now no longer cared. They can keep their heaven, for she’d go everywhere.
Hymns and Hell
Sweet hymn fills my soul
clear voices lifted in praise
on this rock I stand.
Heed the song’s message
Jesus loves all the children
not just those like us.
And on Judgement Day
when the trumpets sound their call
He will know your truth.
I’ve been doing a great deal of thinking lately about faith, religion, and politics. You see, one day this week a “Christian” woman informed me in a tone seething with hatred that I was bound for hell if I voted for Hillary. I smiled and promised that I’d be sure to save her a seat.
Christians come in basically two types of wrappings: those who are of the hellfire and damnation persuasion and those who follow Christ’s teachings. I’m pretty happy being in the second camp.
I have many non-Christian friends, among them Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, agnostics, and atheists, and I learned a long time ago that goodness and decency aren’t the sole property of Christians. And those same virtues are sorely lacking in some who claim Christianity as their religion.
Heaven and Hell? Well, they might exist, but I know that how I treat others in this life is more important than any promise or threat of an afterlife. One other thing I know is that my teacher, Jesus, wouldn’t turn His back on refugees.
Peace, people
Unfathomable
Three Doors, One Choice
Today’s prompt from The Daily Post: You’re having a nightmare, and must choose between three doors. Pick one and tell what you find on the other side.
In darkness I navigate the narrow maze.
Behind me I hear the labored breathing
Of an unknown predator. I cannot stop.
Two left turns, hands pressed flat against
Rough walls of stone. Abruptly stumbling
I find myself facing three towering doors.
Slim candles in sconces flicker, offering
Little clue as to which door provides for
My salvation from the rampaging beast.
Door one is painted red. The deep, hue
Of blood. Orange flames shoot across a
Wooden lintel, daring me to cross below.
Angels grace the second door accented
Against an aerial array of cumulonimbus
Clouds in a sky of heavenly aquamarine.
As the beast draws near I observe the third
Door. Ancient and carved with Celtic runes
Beckoning me to throw caution to the gods.
The choice seems simple: Forsake doors one
And three. Door two seemed a haven, but then
Out of darkness roared an unearthly demon.
With some hesitation I step inside the door
Most mysteriously carved. Fevered drumming
Was my reward. The third door held strong.
Otherworldly chanting to the steady beat of a
Bodhran reverberates within my chest, pulls me
Onward relentlessly toward the echoing sound.
An ethereal luminescence illuminates my steps
Into a forest populated entirely by wee folks
Who gently guide me into a circle enchanted.
A faerie dressed in finest silks alights beside me
And gracefully bids me sit within the mystical
Ring. A guest of honor for their celebratory meal.
“What brings you here?” Faerie asks. I feel certain
She reigns as deva within this forest primeval.
“A beast chased me into your realm,” I explain.
“Three doors you had from which to choose: One
Hell, another Heaven, yet you selected the third.
It isn’t often that mortals wager their lives on us.”
“I had little time to decide my fate with a monster
Close behind. Hell I rejected. Heaven seemed too
Safe. I could not resist the call of the unknown.”
Then we danced and drank far into the night. The
Faerie folk sang songs that resonated in the very
Depths of my soul. My heart expanded with love.
I awakened with tears on my cheeks and a smile
Teasing the corners of my lips. A lovely dream
Born from a nightmare. Beauty from the beast.
Praying for Eyebrowz 