Angelwingstofly's Stories

Breath of Heaven

2008-06-03T23:04:56Z

What would a breath of heaven smell and feel like?

Would it smell of ancient herbs and age?

Would it smell fresh and new, like it does after a hard rain?

Would it smell different for each person?

Would it smell like a baby’s breath after they nurse?

Would you be able to feel the breath on your skin?

Would it feel like a lover’s sweet caress?

Would you be able to feel the timeless age of heaven?

Would it feel like something you have always known, but have misplaced? Or new and exciting?

Would it produce peace in its wake?

Oh breath of heaven please whisper to me.

The Resort

2008-05-11T22:17:29Z

The sun’s rays felt like a warm embrace against their bare skin. The sea waves crashed against the sugar-white beach as they slowly walked and talked. They had walked for about an hour when they reached a resort, so still, but with undertones they could feel.

“Let’s explore!” Mickey exclamed and took off towards what looked like the lobby.

“Wait, something does not feel right, lets go,” Mark emplored. Despite his reservations, he followed his wife closer to the resort.

The windows were dusty and dirty, but they wiped it away so they could peer inside. The furniture was where it should be, and papers were on the desk, but no one could be found. Only silence and the distant “caw” from the sea gull could be heard.

As they explored, everything seemed to be in its place, but too quiet for a resort in the Rivera Maya. Mickey spotted a large white sea shell lying in the sand near where the guest rooms were located. As she picked it up and put it to her ear, everything changed.

Finally peace

2008-04-11T03:07:37Z

As she awoke from sleep, she could feel a presence in the room with her. “Please don’t hate me. I am only 16 and have my whole life ahead of me.”

The voice telling her there was no hatred, only love was only in her head.

“I am too young to be a mother, and although I thought I could give you away, deep down I really could not. I am sorry you died, but this way I will always know where you are. I will be able to talk to you and feel you in my heart. I will know you are happy and in a wonderful place.”

The girl felt a peace and love that she had never felt before. She had gone from boyfriend to boyfriend looking for this, but never finding it. Who would have thought a tiny, premature baby could fill her with the love she had hunted for.

Regrets or Rewards?

2008-04-10T17:07:14Z

Here I am, 40 years old and not sure how I got here. Funny how life can just carry you like a river if you let it. It is so easy to let others make life changing decisions for us. When you finally wake up, do you stay in the life you have or do you make changes that will change all those around you? If you stay, how do you get the courage to get up in the morning and have a smile on your face? If you choose to leave, how can you look at yourself in the mirror and know you caused all the hurt and destruction around you? Is there a middle ground somewhere? I hope so because that is the road I have decided to take. I will work on myself and not hurt the people that love me and that I truly love too. I am only afraid someday in the future I will be filled with regret for not following my dreams. Is it enough to see the smiles on those around me? I hope so.