I Look Above

I look Above and there’s an angel on the wall, a simple Christmas tree ornament I hung there in defiance of letting the spirit of Christmas die after January first. It hangs right beneath the picture of my father who inspires me to be who I am today. My father, who I swear was the angel who pulled me back from the edge of death twice and now encourages me to write.

Angels are an important part of my life as I age; they comfort me in my times of struggle. It’s not that I don’t believe in God; it’s just that I believe that God is this massive spiritual entity that has commissioned angels, just as Jesus commissioned his disciples, to go out and comfort those in need. God cares. . .  and angels are here to extend that care and comfort to all who take the time to stop and feel the comfort that is present inside of the existence we are born with; the existence that is given to us at birth. This is the eternal Love of God.

So, I say “Look above!” That is only instinctual. What I truly mean is look within. Find the truth and love of God that the angel that dwells within is there for the finding, there for the loving, there for the caring, and there for the guidance that brings happiness, community, and tenderness to our lives.

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.