| Sisters of Mercy From out of the dark four angels appeared, perched on my pillow right next to my ear. They had drifted right in, right into my dream; was it my soul that they came to redeem? The first one that spoke, spoke in a whisper, the question she posed couldn’t have been crisper; Her stiff words wiggled their way to my brain, jolted ... my mind played a humble refrain! “Where are you going?”, I could not reply, I traced through the years that had passed me by, as echoing songs continued to play ... I sorted through files of old yesterdays “So who sent you here?” I asked out loud “I thought that your job was sweeping the clouds” Another approached from the other side “no need for rebuff”, we’re your spirit guides. her breath filled my ear, while softly she said, “We’re here to remove all that doubt from your head If you can tell us where you want to be, we hold all the keys to possibilities. We’ll make your way clear by opening doors, and sweep all the dust from off of the floors. Clear out the cobwebs that are draped about, we’ll clean all the windows so you can see out. You’ve lingered too long refusing to grow, we’re here to guide you where you want to go. It’s all up to you, to think of a plan, we’ll be standing by to help where we can”. The other two flowed right before my eyes, wide open they were, much to my surprise! I reached out to touch just one of her wings, to certify this wasn’t just a dream. But soon as I did they all circled round, joined hands then floated into the background. Up to the rafters while still in plain view, their halos gleaming a moonlit night blue. The last one to speak had this much to say, “Angel encounters don’t come everyday. We got your request from a butterfly who stopped for a rest on our cloud in the sky. As sisters of mercy we’ve nothing to gain” then they left softly ... the same way they came ... © 2003 Joy A. Burki-Watson |
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