BEING WISE

Treasured wisdom comes from years of experience. It consists of the many mistakes made in life, the numerous positive and happy moments shared with friends and family, by what we should or should not have said to or about others, or crying later, about ‘if only’ we had visited that one ill friend before he or she died. With a prayer to ask for forgiveness, saying what we will do ‘next time,’ we will use our new wisdom to do experience life in a better way.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE CARDS IN THE MAIL

Being the recipient of mailed cards, two days in a row, from a person thanking me for the little things I’ve said and wishing me well, left me with such smiles on my face. What a pleasant surprise, to receive handwritten notes among the mundane bills. Now, I in turn, plan to pass on these pleasantries to others, making their days become nicer ones, as they reach into their mailboxes. Blessings can arrive in the tiniest of ways
~Marie T. Morrison~

Resplendent Wings

Asleep and very ill,
I was awakened
by an
angelic vision
standing there,
to the
left of my bedside.

She had
a
face of porcelain,
her cheeks
casting a shade of rosy pink,
her loving dark brown eyes
looked over to me,
only a thin,
but gentle,
smile on her face.

Her
light brown hair,
with rays
of gold shining through it,
page-boy style,
reached to her shoulders,
where it met
with her
long pale
green gown,
flowing outwards,
barely touching the floor.

My special angel
did not
stand much taller
than my
bed rails,
but her wings
were of pure
resplendence.
One wing alone
was much
wider and taller
than two,
depicted in
any
piece of art.

I was
in
breathless awe
as I stared
at their
heavenly and glorious transcendence.
In
multiple layers,
there were
fleeting plumes
of
fluffy
white feathers,
curving outwards,
oh,
of such brilliance!

As I remained
in my silent state,
unable to speak
because of
the majestic glory
standing by me,
she reached out toward me.
Her long bell-shaped sleeves
of the pale-green gown
touched by
arms
as
she took
my hands
into hers.
In a
tender, calming
voice,
she said to me,
“I have come to take you home.”

This,
I was not expecting.
Tears filled my eyes,
and
in a weeping voice,
I replied,
“Please, let me stay.
I’m not yet ready to go.”
With one final look at me,
having the gentle, thin smile,
and her loving dark brown eyes,
she faded from my sight.

My time
here is
God’s time.
He has
blessed me,
so I will treasure
His gift.
When He
wants me
to go home,
I know
a
special angel
will come
to
take me there.

~Marie T. Morrison~

LAUGHING TIMES

Visiting and laughing with those surrounding us, having no limit on the time together, can do wonders for the spirit and soul. A silent prayer to God will have the angels of heaven join in song, their crystal clear voices seen through the sparkling gems in the dark of night, each star holding a beautiful memory.
~Marie T. Morrison~