Wednesday, May 7, 2014

"We Should Take a Walk Someday" Part II Do You Believe This? (June Edition)


          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