Angels And Lights

There are days when you feel raw – as if part of you has been stripped right out by an invisible talon-like hand; the very fibre of you, insubstantial as melted glass, quivering on the road among the cast off sweet wrappers and  weekly bus tickets with no more rides to go.

When you feel that raw you know that this is the moment where you could give up and it would be alright – acceptable even – because no one is expected to put up with feeling that raw.

And then the little kindnesses come. The unexpected email bringing better news. The muffin left on the doorstep from a baking-obsessed friend (still warm.) The magpie lark you haven’t seen for months, tentative in the garden. The little girl across the road, proud and shy in her striped stockings.

You go out into the world, the world that leaves you raw and you see him. The man with the burned face. A man you helped once when people were being cruel. A man you do not know but whom you have known for years. A man you must admit to yourself (even though you don’t like to) that you initially were repulsed by because his injuries are so horrific. A man you forced yourself to speak to because you have this thing about helping underdogs. A man who showed you not to ever ever judge a book by its cover because often the people we view as underdogs aren’t underdogs at all – they are stronger than all of us put together.

A man who makes you forget the violence he endured because of his great humour and charisma. A man who gives you something every time you see him, something that makes you want to fall on your knees and give thanks to a God you don’t quite a hundred percent believe in – the memory of grace.

Some people in human form are angels. They humble you. They reassure you. They make you certain there is a light. They hold you safe in the vastness of their generous spirit and you remain overwhelmed that someone who has endured so much hasn’t walked towards the dark and given up.

Grace draws you to the water. You are surprised on a cold, wet night how many people are there – their faces full of the lights on the water. The water is crinkled like tissue paper, holding the glow like a gift.

Angels and lights, strewn against the night.

And suddenly you feel whole again.

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18 thoughts on “Angels And Lights

  1. thank you selma for that. it is so rich in compassion, it brought a tear to my eye,
    because this is to me of the essence of our being and needs to be brought out in the light and honored. magnificent. you angel you

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  2. What a lovely, inspiring post Sel. I’m not feeling that great this morning this is just what I needed to read.

    A muffin on the doorstep, I like it!

    Thank you! G

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  3. I think we all feel like that at times. Thank you Selma for putting it so eloquently.

    And bless the muffin maker, sometimes people just KNOW when we need that lift. 🙂

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  4. Oh Selma! This brought tears to my eyes! In a good way.
    Such a powerful piece of writing.

    “Some people in human form are angels. They humble you. They reassure you. They make you certain there is a light. They hold you safe in the vastness of their generous spirit and you remain overwhelmed that someone who has endured so much hasn’t walked towards the dark and given up.”

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  5. TIPOTA – I value your comment so much. Compassion is so important to me and experiencing it can often change a bad day into a good one. The angels that appear to me every now and then show me the power of the human spirit and that many things we think are insurmountable can actually be overcome. Thank you, Tipota ♥

    TUMBLEWORDS – Thank you so much. It means a lot to me that you would like this!

    GERALDINE – Don’t ever underestimate the power of the muffin. Guaranteed to brighten anyone’s day!

    CATHY – Isn’t it amazing how some people just know? There are some people who are naturally intuitive and can just sense if someone is feeling down. I value those people so much. We need more of them in this crazy world!!

    MELEAH – Thank you so much. I am thrilled you liked it 😀

    SQUIRREL – I just knew you would relate to this ♥

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  6. Fantastic opening description of raw – ‘as if part of you has been stripped right out by an invisible talon-like hand; the very fibre of you, insubstantial as melted glass, quivering on the road among the cast off sweet wrappers and weekly bus tickets with no more rides to go.’ wow, just wow

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  7. GABRIELLE – I really appreciate you saying that. You are such a brilliant writer yourself that if you like something I am thrilled to bits. I value your opinion very much *grinning just a little bit*

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  8. I hope everything really will be all right. This has been a very cruel month for a lot of people, for a lot of different reasons. Maybe it’s time to look for some lights on the water.

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  9. Thank you, Selma, for this post. It reflects must of what I have been through and have not yet been able to put into words. There are angels all arouhd us.

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  10. Hey Selma, it is just no surprise at all that you are the type of soul who would look out for the underdogs, I like that about you!

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  11. KAREN – I don’t know what it is – there is a weird kind of energy flying around up there in the stratosphere. I know a lot of people who are finding that things are unravelling a bit. I feel less stressed about it knowing I am not the only one. The lights on the water do help.

    ADEEYOYO – Oh, they are definitely there. It is an honour that I could put into words what you have been feeling. Thank you.

    JENNIFER – Thank you, hon. That means a lot to me!!

    SUSAN – Aww. You are very kind to say that. I firmly believe that in helping or sticking up for the underdogs we help ourselves. I have found it to be true!

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