~L. B. Nelson
A note written at the request of Paulo Coehlo. He wanted to know if I believed in Angels
I believe in Angels.
Angels can be as big as a planet or as small as a microscopic speck of dust.
Angels can speak through a ray of sun,
which then, can speak through the sparkles of the leaves of trees.
Angels can blend through the colors of this world
and also, touch through the aroma of nature.
Illuminations occur through the eyes of children,
Also, throughout numerous interactions in my life,
with the homeless, suffering, mentally ill.
Angels reveal themselves through the eyes of passers-by.
When death is eminent, Angels arrive in gently unyielding force;
especially when friends and family are in disarray, and faith is fragile.
Angels ride on the notes of music and swim around in the soul.
A breeze caresses and how can that not be,
at one time, or possibly another, a sweep of an angel’s wing.
Angels need not have wings, but some most certainly do …
One can ramble on and on and on about Angels …
they are born from the inhaling and exhaling of God … just for us (I’d like to think) …
My Angel’s name is … MERCY.
No doubt that I am surrounded by all sorts at all times.
But, the main one who is there for me always is MERCY.
I believe this for the simple reason that I often sing a quiet, little tune to myself. … “mercy, mercy, mercy…. Mercy meee…oh mercy mercy MERCY, yes MERRRR- CEEEEE” ….
Like a lullaby / chant. … and my body gently rocks.
It is sung in the line at the grocery store; it is sung throughout a rigorous day at work;
and it is sung while riding through the L.A. traffic.
It is sung while looking into my daughter’s eyes;
it is sung while all understanding is blurred.
It is simple, and it is a miracle. My Angel is my song …
and the song flows through this life…
That is an exhalation for you, Paulo Coehlo with regards to angels, and whoever else may read this.
Again … one could ramble on and on and on about Angels… most likely for an eternity…
