The Angels Will Dance

“We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the still small stirring within, the little whisper that says, ‘Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone’s plea. You have a part to play. Have faith.’ We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it. And wherever they are, the angels will dance.”

-Joan Wester Anderson AUTHOR

Halo – Parts 1 and 2

Part 1:

You are a drink for a thirsty soul.

You forgot your halo.

It’s still lying there.

Just slightly tarnished.


Part 2:

Walking into the kitchen, where the blue cloud of cigar smoke hung heavily.  Frank had his back to me.  I kissed him on the top of the head and crossed the room to the sink.

As I washed my hands, I watched Frank.  He had the Brasso out.  The table was littered with rags, an overflowing ashtray and three beer cans.

Frank had to leave soon.  I knew that.  It didn’t make it any easier.

I watched his broad back shake just a little as he polished; his muscular arms straining as he applied pressure.

“Damn, it’s amazing how quickly the tarnish builds up!” Frank cursed.

Walking back to the table, I reached my hand down and touched Frank’s shoulder.  He stopped his chore and looked up at me.

Those crazy green eyes of his always took my breath away.

He pulled me close, reaching up as he did so to steal a kiss.  The kiss, although brief, was as electric as the first.  As I pulled away, he looked at me again and said “It’s been worth every second.”

“All done?” I asked, smiling a weak smile down at him.

“Yes.” He said.  “It’s as good as it’s going to to get.”  He held the halo out in front of him, turning it this way and that, examining it.

Frank stood and as he did so, he plopped the halo on top of his head.  Where it seemed to bounce just the tiniest bit until it came to rest about 2 inches above his scalp.








Temptation of Mortals

Karl set the groceries on the small table next to the window.   Looking around him, he was still amazed at his luck in finding this place.  He got to work.  It wouldn’t be long before she arrived and he wanted everything to be perfect.

As he busied himself in the cabin, he thought about Rachel.  People wouldn’t understand their relationship.  So they had to be careful.  If they were found out, it would ruin both of them.

Rachel was worth the risk.

It was cold in the cabin and Rachel was chilled easily.  Karl set about lighting a fire in the fireplace to warm the room.  Soon there was a cheery blaze going which added not only warmth but coziness.

The cabin was rustic, but comfortable.  It had all the comforts of home.  Since it was located in this remote area, Karl would not have to worry about either of them running into anyone they knew.

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Favorite Sins

There is a Kenny Chesney song called “You and Tequila”.  There is One Line in that song that gets me every time I hear it.  It goes “It’s always your favorite sins that do you in”.  Wow…

My favorite sins.

Being a Responsible Adult is still a challenge at times.  I still struggle.

I have very few vices left.  I quit smoking.  I drink only on rare occasions.  I don’t scour the bars looking for men.  The drugs I did in my youth are just a distant memory.

The “hardest” thing I partake of now is a strong cup of coffee.  The doctors have tried to take that away from me too.  I’ve cut down, but it’s not completely gone.

Pleasures of the Flesh are still a favorite sin, not easily dismissed.

Another song comes to mind by Tim Mcgraw.  The song is called “Better Than I Used to Be”.  The line goes “I still got a few more dances with the devil”.

Boy howdy….

In general, I’m pretty happy with how Penny turned out.  But oh, those Favorite Sins.