End of Days

When the end days are upon you all you have left is faith

End of Days

     The winds of war had swept through our lands with the swiftness of lightning bolts and raindrops. As we all huddled in our huts, the moans and cries of those left on the fields of war, were but a hideous reminder of what awaited our tenuous fate. It was just a matter of time before we would be nothing more than dust, bone, charred meat and memories.

"Daddy; are we going to die? Where’s Mommy? I’m so, so, scared,” whispered my little girl as she wrapped her little hands and arms around me. 

“Don’t be afraid, my little peanut, we’ll be seeing mommy soon. God and His Angels are waiting for us in our next life.”

“But mommy told me that God and the Angels was make believe just like the fairies and monsters that use to hide under my bed and in my closets,”  said my terrified little girl.

“Yes, yes, mommy is quite right, but the world of make believe is a place called heaven. It’s where our imaginations and consciousness goes when our physical bodies are terminated. It’s a realm of magic and wonder where God is finally seen and heard. Mommy is preparing the way for us. This adventure is about to end but a new and glorious one is about to begin,” I looked into her eyes and saw that she understood and believed, as I too, took the leap of faith and believed as well. “Close your eyes; hold me tight and know that I love you.”

 

 

 

Author's Note

a short piece. been away for a while ....

Reviews

[Bell Appleton]

Aw, sad but very sweet as well..

[Robert Francis Callaci]

thank you, belief can bring comfort in the worst of times....