The Angel In The Rain


The Return of the Modern Philosopher

Angel Rachel“How concerned should I be that you’re sitting out here all alone in the rain?”

The voice coming from my right should have startled me because the stairs to the front porch were to my left, so there was no way anyone should have been sneaking up on me from that direction.

I wasn’t worried, however, because I recognized the voice instantly, and knew that its owner was not of this Earth.

“What scale should I use to give a level to your concern?” I replied, not yet ready to face my visitor.  It always took me a moment to adjust to the way the army of goosebumps suddenly appeared and ran amok all over my body whenever she was near.

“How about on a scale of Heaven to Hell?” she answered, and slowly crept into my line of sight.  I still couldn’t see her, but her flaming sword lit…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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