A Morning In Tilden 2 by Michelle Sixta
The outcast as angel. That is how she saw herself. While working at forgiving herself
she had long since forgiven those who shunned her. She was angelic in that way and
in the way her downcast eyes sought the lowly, interceding long enough to buy them
time, enveloping them in layers of light while crying.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.
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17 comments:
this is rather beautiful...and has a kinda mother thersa feel to it...to buy them time and wrap them in the light...that is a high calling...smiles.
...I, too, thought of Mother Theresa and her compassion for the "lowest of the low", gathering up the dying literally off the curb of the street and giving them dignity and love.
This is to aspire to-! Sometimes forgiveness transform us and others; and sometimes all we can do is walk on...probably the difference between humans and real angels.
Lydia....
You have such a creative mind.
I host the greatest prompt in Bloggerville because of brilliant people such as YOU!
Loved your Angelic 55.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
This reminded me of another angelic tale sung (and played) by the late, great Michael Hedges, "Spring Buds"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7Jp4K142rc
I love the way you make the fallen angel do such great work, truly in the spirit of unconditional giving. Great 55! Mine is here
Have you a ROCKING AND BLESSED WEEKEND!!!
hugs
shakira
Wow, this was beautiful. You never cease to amaze me with your creativity :)
Forgiving yourself is a priceless gift. This is a lovely soft and sweet piece.
Brian~ I loved your comment. Thank you.
Margaret~ So interesting to read your impressions. Thank you.
izzy~ Yes, there is the true difference. :)
Melissa~ Thank you for sharing your own inspiring story of illness/recovery and love. ♥
G-Man~ Your greatest prompt in the blogosphere brings out such creativity from all of us. Thanks so much!
Eric~ I have never heard that song before. Upon listening to it just now I must say I am truly honored that my 55 would have reminded you of it. Thank you for sharing!
Shakira~ Thank you for your weekly support of my 55s. I so appreciate your comments.
Looking to the Stars~ You are back! How wonderful to have a visit from you, and I hope all is well.
Kathe~ Many thanks for your thoughtfulness and your understanding comments.
When you forgive others, you tend to soothe a lot of pain you hang onto... my personal exp.
weekend hugs xoxo
Love and Compassion are the key to life. We all need to learn to give without expectation of something in return. So many don't.
This is such a beautiful poem. It has such a powerful yet very tender message in so few words.
We are usually always the last person to realise we have yet to forgive ourselves and yet, we need to.
She is a beautiful soul.
I like that whole forgive yourself idea. I think the one thing we need forgive ourselves for more than anything else is carrying baggage we let other people put on us.
Very cleverly done and beautifully written.
That's a jewel, Lydia.
Olivia~ I think many parents hang guilt on their kids instead of helping them forgive themselves. That is sad to me.
Daydreamertoo~ You, also, are a beautiful soul, as evidenced by your words here. Thank you.
the walking man~ Yes, that carried baggage pulls us down in the dumps. What a horrible thing, and so important to shed.
Mama Zen~ Thank you!
susan~ I so appreciate your appreciation. :)
mythopolis~ Ah, thanks. The painting was so beautiful, I thought. Fun to stare at it and find a story there.
I developed such an interesting image of this woman. Someone full of compassion and love, not just for others, but for herself. She recognizes her own role as angel. I love it. Thank you for brightening my day!
Amber Lee~ Your delight absolutely delighted me!
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