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I’VE
BEEN UP SINCE THE DAWN OF CREATION
By Gail McNaughton, September 5, 2006
Written as a “celebration” for the opening of The Daniel
King Funeral Home The
thunderbolts were heavy,
Made of crystal and ice,
And I just heaved them,
Over the edge of the universe.
I slept now,
For angels need rest,
And I did my best,
To help You,
So now I can sleep in peace.
You had such a vision,
And consulted The Book Of The World,
Which you had written,
And needed to remember,
Some of the things,
That you had already decided upon.
Creating a world,
For all of eternity,
Was going to take some time,
But the formal steps were in place.
As your loyal servant,
I sat on your right side,
And listened to instruction.
I wasn’t a scientist, or an engineer.
You often smiled,
And got very excited,
As you created the mold,
For the birds and flowers.
It seemed preposterous to me,
That things would grow from seeds,
With such a magnificent outcome.
But you being all wise,
You just listened to my diatribes.
I would doze off and then come to.
I couldn’t help but sigh,
When I saw you paint,
The first sunset.
It was breathtaking and awesome.
The sun, the stars and moon,
Were so special,
And I could feel the glory of Heaven,
When I saw the reflection,
And felt the sun’s rays,
On my wings.
They were like stained-glass windows,
And I held them out,
And found that I was recharged.
God pointed a finger at me,
With a humourous look on his face,
And icicles dripped,
From my nose and lashes,
And He proclaimed,
“Let there be snow”.
The first offering was pellets.
And they felt like stones being thrown,
And He had already gone through,
The exercise of,
Creating the rivers, lakes and oceans,
Beaches, mountains, meadows,
Forests, right down to,
Boulders, rocks and stones.
The next offering was a downpour,
Of gentle snow,
And it quickly piled up around me.
After two feet I asked Him to stop,
For my gown was wet at the bottom.
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The
Indian Summer was the best season, he created.
It was lush for everything was in full bloom,
And when he dipped his paintbrush in red,
And then fanned it out to other colours,
I knew this would be a place,
That I would go to witness,
Summer’s splendor mellowing into,
Fall’s charm.
I haven’t told you the best part.
God’s Ambassador was my newest duty,
So I was there with Adam and Eve,
And watched the world’s,
Humans etch out their history,
Of the beginning of creation.
I would report back to God,
To tweak certain things,
So all would fall into place.
I was really experiencing,
An early version of space travel,
And you know,
To this day they’ve never caught up,
With my lightening speed,
Of being in many places,
At the same time.
Well, I must go,
And get some more rest,
For night and day have been busy,
But great things were created,
In seven days,
That you will spend the rest of your life,
Marvelling at.
Just enjoy your life,
And call upon me,
For I am Michael,
And I am your servant.
Please feel free to share me with God,
To search for knowledge and truth,
But can I suggest that,
I am His faithful servant,
And He is the almighty one,
Who will be there,
To hold your heart’s desires,
In the palm of His hands,
For He is your eternal Father,
And breathed life into you.
It is He who you turn to,
To ask Life’s questions,
And to explore your purpose,
And life’s work.
This bidding will resonate with me,
And initiate my calling,
To help you with my band of angels.
We will be there for you.
We have fleeting moments,
And our time is not your time,
And we come with solutions,
That are innovative and creative,
That we help you pull out,
Of the essence of who you are.
So just relax with your queries in life,
And all of us will be there just for you.
One last thing –
Find peace in the solitude of the morning,
And sleep well after a day’s work,
Whoever you are or wherever you are,
For we will be there tending the Sheep,
And watching over God’s children.© |
Angel
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