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