The sun shined brightly even as it began to set this past
Saturday. Outside, people could be seen walking hand in hand. They felt each
other’s warmth as they listened to birds chirping in nearby trees. Little
children played nearby in green grass reflecting the coolness of the now
setting sun.
In the
sterile surroundings of an oncology unit in a distant Delaware Hospital a
little girl just barely inside of her adulthood sleeps comfortably while her
mother and aunt keep vigil.
Nurses
quietly walk the floor doing as they always, caring and showing warmth to those
under their care. A smile with a squint brings rest to a weary young one.
Children’s eyes forced open with fear are calmed by the brush of their hair
with caring hands.
The unit is
quiet except for the occasional chatter between patients and their nurses.
Crying can be heard in the distance at times.
Quietly, a
mother and father’s hand holds onto their child’s arm in a reassuring
fashion. As eyes meet, souls are seen.
A few miles
away a farmers market is busy with the hustle and bustle of everyday shoppers
that look through vegetables sitting on stands.
People can be
seen eating as they watch television. Engrossed in the next scene, they reach
around for their drinks.
Grown
children are eagerly awaited as they travel those last few miles to their home.
Away for a long time, they close in on parents who long to embrace them.
An Angel
stands nearby as the soul of a little girl nears flight for its home. In her
sleep she dreams of flowers opening and bumble bees flying over the pales of
yellows, blues and lavenders.
Aromatic
opened buds reach for the blue above. Her hands brush the tops of yellow fields
waving with each slight breeze.
As she looks
up a dove in the brightest of whites dances over head pausing but for a moment
as a bright light shines down around fluttering feathers, shining and warming
her face.
Looking down
she finds herself walking streets of pure gold towards her new home a mansion
of her own. Ahead she sees her father’s face for the first time. He smiles at
her.
Now standing
amongst other saints she hears the angels sing to her.
Bliss felt,
she no longer has pain or sickness. Her scars are gone as she is made
whole. No longer is she alone.
She looks
over at her hand filled with the tenderness of someone who for one time loved
her in the little girl she once was.
There was a
familiarity to the care shown to her.
Then she
remembers as she again smiles looking at him and says, “We should take a walk
someday.”
-Wil
