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Friday, December 20, 2013

Fireblossom Friday in the garden

This Friday at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, my friend Fireblossom has asked us to write about angels, any kind of angels we like, except Christmas angels. No. Christmas. Angels.
Okay, this conversation didn't take place at Christmas time.


Calling All Angels...

You know, Dad, back when I was five...
Yes, he said, and thought,
olmiite, edited and cropped
from wikimedia commons
you were still five last month.
Well, you know, she confided,
back when I was five,
there was a ball...
A ball, he repeated,
what kind of ball do you mean?
I don’t know what kind it was, 
but it was beautiful,
and it followed me everywhere,
right there, she told him,
indicating a spot
behind and above
her right shoulder.
I don’t think anyone else could see it,
because nobody said.
But I could see it,
and it made me feel safe.
Don’t you feel safe now? he asked.
Oh, yes, I do. I can’t see the ball any more
because I’m six now, but I still feel safe.
And, besides, you’re holding my hand.
Kay Davies, December 20, 2013

18 comments:

Peggy said...

Utterly delightful. This is such a wonderful example of an angel (or two). Happy Holidays.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh this is such a heart-warming story, Kay. It gave me chills.

Dimple said...

Wonderful story Kay. It brought this to mind:
Mat_18:10 [Jesus said] See that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, that in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father who is in heaven.

And those are not Christmas angels, either.

Merry Christmas!

Susan said...

Love this! Every bit of it: conversation, speakers, topic, order, all of it. Perfect.

Fireblossom said...

This is gorgeous, Kay. I'm with Kerry, it gave me chills, the good kind!

SquirrelQueen said...

Oh, that is so sweet. I hope all of us felt that way as small children. In fact I wish all children could feel that way.

Sam Edge said...

So inventive - I've never seen the colored narrative before. A nice warm sentiment even if it was not from christmas time

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh I love this SO MUCH, Kay!!!!!!!! LOVE! IT!

Helen said...

Love the 'angels walk among us' in your sweet childhood tale.

Sumana Roy said...


love each and every word....a beautiful tale of angels....

Gemma Wiseman said...

Wonderful chatty dialogue that sounds so simple and yet holds the mystery of angels close. So beautiful. Loved it.

Ella said...

Oh Kay, this is wonderful and so touching~ Beautiful-so glad you shared!

Hannah said...

The use of colors worked so well in this and the story unfolds so naturally. You have me curious if this was you and it it's true. Very believable and beautiful!

Susie Clevenger said...

Ok, there are tears, but they are happy ones. Amazing what a child sees when their eyes are not clouded with doubt.

Jo said...

What beautiful words about the best angel a child can have. Have a wonderful weekend. (((Hugs))) Jo

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
I'll add to this chorus of exultation..... Blessings, YAM xx

blueoran said...

This is almost archetypal, but I guess all root truths are. Reminds me of what Robert Bly once said, that childhood is this great golden ball that is taken from someone piece by piece until only the adult remains. I like this take better; we find that gold in each other.

Leslie said...

I love this one, SO much.