“The Dinner” – Good Friday 4/19/2019

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“George?”

“Yes Helen.”

“Why aren’t you on-line?”

“It’s Good Friday Helen.”

“George, really! Why am I making dinner

for 10 people? Which reminds me, will

you please take out the trash.”

“Of course, Helen, just let me finish this brief.”

“Brief? You’re working?”

“Yes, I told them I’d have it done by Tuesday…”

“That’s 3 days away George.”

“I know my days of the week Helen, dear.”

“I don’t like that tone of voice, and don’t call

me dear. It feels patronizing.”

“O.K. Helen, I get your point.”

“George, I haven’t gotten to my point yet.”

“Well, Hon, be my guest I’m all ears.”

“Before I forget, your new suit is in the

upstairs closet and I put the shirt and tie

with it.”

“What shirt and tie?”

“The shirt and tie I want you to wear. That

shirt and tie!”

“Helen, I’m capable of dressing myself. I’ve

been doing it for years.”

“Yes, I know,”

“Excuse me?”

“I usually do George, but it’s Good Friday,

plus, we have guests coming. No excuses.”

“Helen.”

“Yes?”

“Will you let me in on the original point of

this, discussion please.”

“O.K. You’re usually so adamant about being on

line with your “Friends”.”

“Yes, I am. We have global issues to discuss. The

world’s going to hell in a hand bag, or hadn’t you

noticed.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed George.”

“So, what’s your point.”

“George you spend all of your time on-line,

with your cronies discussing the horrors we

see everyday.”

“That’s called responsibility Helen.”

“Yes, I get that.”

“And?”

“And, on one of the Holiest Days of the year, you

abandon those responsibilities, and your friends.

I wonder what Jesus would have to say

about that?”

“That’s not fair! This isn’t about Jesus!”

“George? I thought it was all about Jesus.”

 

“Now please take out the trash. I have to peel

the potatoes.”

 

©J.E.Goldie 4/19.2019 (Good Friday)

 

theEnd

-Or the beginning-

 

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A gathering of Stars VI – Touched by an Angel….

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Nine was puzzled, but pleasantly puzzled. He had a distinct feeling of Joy and harmony at the same time, but he was billowed.

How could this feeling be, he pondered, as he gazed across the now, brilliant sky, glowing and new. Brilliant blue. A few minutes before he’d felt lost and hopeless.

He drifted silently watching, as Dawn escorted Day into position with her floating array of mystery. He was constantly in awe of her beauty. He saw Day, as usual, acknowledging Night, as he slipped away, his stars and starlets still twinkling, in tow. North was still as bright and powerful as ever, but now fading with the brightness of Day. All looked well.

And Moon, well he guessed he was still sleeping his woes away behind some wayward cloud, unseen. That was a good thing, he thought, perhaps Moon would be edging his way back slowly on the morrow and less sorrowful, as Moon’s are apt to do.

Such a commotion had never been witnessed before last night, he pondered. At least not in his cloud-line. There was such a deep and powerful feeling of despondency throughout the entire celestial body. So deeply felt and so strong that it must have shaken the universe, he concluded. Like ocean waves rising high and plummeting below into the depths of sorrow.

Something possessed him to take a good long look below. Something he’d been reluctant to do for years, he sighed. Unexpectedly, a deep, long awaited and joyful smile embraced him. It was no longer about what he saw but what he could see. A new Dawn. A new Day.

He looked inward, his dappled grey had transformed into an iridescent white. He was himself once again and he knew why.

In the blink of an eye and as an answer to their cries,

they had been touched by an Angel.

 

©Jen Goldie 4/1/2019

 

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