The Angel
Sitting on My Chimney
Smoke and soot
filled the room,
“What is
blocking my chimney?!” I fumed,
So out of the shed I pulled out the ladder
And up the side
of the house wearily I climbed,
Breathing
heavily and regretting my dinner,
Wondering what will i finally find,
Lo and behold
who I found on my roof
But an angel
sitting pretty on my chimney top,
Absorbed
utterly in a book on his lap,
Oblivious to
the evening rain,
Reading under a
column of light
Falling through
a heavenly gap.
……………………….
Good morning,
sunshine. Why are you here today, when I have for you nothing but a whimsical
drawing and a whimsical prose?
I would not
advise you to spend your time reading on top a chimney though, unless you don’t
mind your buttocks being burnt and blackened. Angels have no worry of such worldly
problems of soot and smoke, you see. Created in light, neither blackness nor
dirt touches them.
God bless the
angels, blessed servants of God!
I wish for you
the finest of days today, whoever you are, wherever you may be and whatever you
may be doing.
wa min Allah
at-taufiq
Hate has no
place in Islam
Love will show
the Way
2 comments:
Your 'whimsical poem' and your 'whimsical prose' has power and humor that carries it to the heart and brings the angels closer to our awareness. Salams to you and thank you - Yafiah
You are much to kind. Of these things, I have found only here, at the shallow end of the Ocean. Humour, Love and Irony. I think it makes life so much more better, yes?
THank you, Yafiah. Come again soon!
I write every day!
TK
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