Poltergeists! Are they real?
For me, they are, often in the wee hours of the morning, before the crack of dawn.
They ascend from the pits of my hellish past, and like a cavalcade, intrusively gain entry into my citadel. So much for the high walls I build.
Like a haunted house with banging doors and flickering lights, my mind, is often assailed by these strange visitors. Thoughts of what was, what could have been said differently, what can be and even what isn’t flash on the ceilings and send whispers in the howling wind.
Deep breaths calm them down, they say. Restoril will certainly exorcise them, but night after night they are conjured up in the abyss of “overthinking” and return in the cloak of deep darkness.
But a strange calmness suddenly sweeps through this house, ushered in by the sweet tunes of the red-winged blackbird, keyed in by the chirping of the chipping sparrow and brought to its mighty crescendo by the mighty crow of the cockerel. Alliteration guys, my English teacher, Mrs Ngure, would be proud š„².
The warm gilded horizon, a harbinger of respite and healing. The good book says that the Sun of Righteousness shall rise with healing in His wings. A friend of mine always supplies his own statement here, that, He shall rise with healing in his BEAMS š. Perhaps the Lord’s messenger in Malachi was weary after three long chapters and was winding down in the fourth that he missed this tantalizing metaphor, alas. I surmise because of how salty he is in the first verse of the chapter, on a lighter note š .
But healing does come, only the piercing rays from the Sun do exorcise these demons, for they leave no shadows for them to lurk in. They bring a soothing warmth, those bright beams bearing the Father’s mercies that are new every morning. Perfect peace He promises to those whose minds are stayed upon Him.
ycliffe 