Angels & Saints

Stories untold

I hear every day, about angels and saints,stories of how they have fallen face first to the ground, wings ripped off their backs as if they were stolen in the first place from He who gives live to all.

I hear every day, about angels and saints, who have been devalued, defaced, discredited and dehumanized by sinners and the crooked, judged by the judgmental for acts deemed not fitting to be committed by their like (Yet they forget that each and every one of us started off as an angel waiting to sin and sinners trying to redeem themselves through actions and words from our hearts.)

I hear every day, stories of the kindhearted, who’s believes and hope have never been moved anywhere close to the realms of doubt, hate, envy, shame or hate. Who’s hearts have always guided against such, giving courage to their minds to face the truth, tell the truth and amend where they have faulted.

Such beings go through each day bearing jeering fingers, talks behind their backs, doors to promising success slammed on their faces. Such people walk around giving thanks to God for each opportunity they get to wake up and face another challenging day instead of cursing life for being so hard, full of temptations, lust and trust issues.

Such beings are said to thank God for giving roses thorns, for they know that such delicate, beautiful and rare flowers need protection from greedy hands who can’t seem to have enough of everything.

Such beings bare it all in silence, never complain for they know at one point, they too were once victims of their own circumstances, human nature had the best of them, alcohol ruled their lives, guilt and shame sat heavy in their hearts, lustful wishes they made a reality. But they never gave up on redeeming themselves, trusting in themselves, what they believed in and remembering the life they once lived and aspired to lead before falling off the wagon.

Remembering that made it easy for them to forgive themselves first, made it easy for them to want to change for the better, made it easy for them to realize how far down the rabbit hole they have fallen, made it easy for them to believe in 2^nd, 3^rd or 6^th chances on life.

Remembering helps ease the pain, gather courage to try again and remember that one important human trait called : “happiness” and a life full of happiness is a life worth living a million times over regardless of the monetary securities one might have or don’t have.

Chose to live, chose life full of joy and happiness. Drowning your sorrows in self pity, reckless behavior, alcohol or drugs will only worsen things and lay to rest a young talent that never got to see the light of day due to guilt, bad experiences or a gloomy past or shameful acts once conducted. You are not your past, make that choice to live and learn from the past instead of trying to live in it.

“Today reminded me about yesterday, yesterday tried to deceive me into thinking there is no tomorrow and tomorrow eluded me seeing how much I was fixated on how bad today was going. Through it all, today reminded me about yesterday and prompted me to think about tomorrow instead of living in the past or yesterday might just be forgotten along with me”

I hear every day, about angels and saints, fallen face first to the ground, wings ripped off their backs as if they were stolen in the first place from He who gives live to all.

Pick yourself up and try again. Broken wings or not, be grateful you still have the gift of life. Use it every day to get back to where you once were and beyond.

Mend your broken wings and learn to fly again.