So I’m at my computer, putting together a prayer guide for the month of October. I had just put the finishing touches on Day 1:
The Christian church continues to observe the season we call Ordinary Time, which runs this year from Pentecost Sunday to the first Sunday of Advent. We call this season ‘ordinary’ not because it’s common but because it’s ordered and numbered, as in mile markers on a journey. How wonderful that each new day offers an on-ramp to heaven!
I was viewing this with some satisfaction, with little expectation of affirmation beyond that, when down swooped an angel. He perched on the back of a patio chair, just beyond my window. Here he is:
A poor image, I realize, but it’s a wonder my thunderstruck self was able to operate a camera at all! He stood there a while, surveying the patio, the spring-loaded chair trembling under the weight of him. He turn his back, he ruffled his gorgeous feathers:
He stretched his magnificent wingspan, turning this way and that. Then he winged over to the fountain, where he had a refreshing sip of water before departing.
Broad-wing? Red-shouldered? I was too rattled for close observation. But he gave me just enough of his time. That’s often how it is with angels.
I offer you what I beheld through the screen. Tis all I can do!
Love,
Eastern Phoebe
Everlasting Arms 