Almost Time Angel

Almost Time Angel’s cloud was dingy. Pieces were breaking off, floating into the atmosphere. It looked wrinkly and sad, creased in places, shabby, but not chic. A large chunk broke off last night, and floated into the ether. It is almost time, Little Angel informed him. Little Angel’s cloud was healthy, fluffy, pink with happiness. There were sparkles that looked like diamonds. She had planted brilliant red tulips at the edges. My cloud used to look like yours he told Little Angel. Little Angel nodded, knowing and remembering the cycle. And one day mine will look like yours, she told him. For it will be my turn to make the big decision. The natural cycle of angels Clearly shown in their clouds condition, Shabby and pathetic brought them closer To the Big Choice – whether or not to return to human form. Returning to human form Meant they could master their lessons faster But human kind is mean. They have rape, murder, and death. There is none of that in heaven. However, if you choose to stay in heaven, You spend a thousand years in the library Reading about what you could have experienced on earth In one little lifetime. The choices is yours. Another earth life, so you can learn faster or a much longer time in the library, reading others’s accounts, and trying to empathize with them? Of course you get to chose your parents based on the next life lesson you have decided to work on. Some beat their children, but sometimes that is part of your lesson. Almost Time Angel fell asleep that night dreaming of a nicer cloud. He woke up in the dark, and I mean DARK. BAM! Bright lights! Wha! Someone smacked his bottom. His eyes popped open and he began glaring at everyone. It is a girl! Someone said. Could this get any worse? A few hours later he knew it could When his ex-wife picked him up and said “Say hi to your Grandma”.