The Angel Archway
Each May the flowers bloom filling the air with their lovely profume. I love the archway of flowers that lead to the gazebo down in the lover park of my Great Aunt’s manor . Walking under the canopy of flowers on a warm day with that heady smell, is what I’d imagine it would be to walk through the gateways of heaven.
Oh, I’m not a “believer” but I am a child of my culture. Here’s a drawing I made when I was ten of an angel. I always loved angels…and by the time I was 18 I had quite a collection of angel cards.
When I was little my Great Aunt used to babysit with my when Mom went to work. During story hour, because she always had a story hour, sometimes she’d talk about heaven and the Pearly Gates, however, she always added a flowered angel archway up to the gates. Guess she was inspired by her garden archway.
Funny, they found her just a few steps from the gazebo one early spring day. She was 86 by then, and though she wasn’t ill, no one was surprised that she’d passed away. remembering her stories, I always wondered if she’d the impression of passing through the flowered angel archway before she finally lost consciousness.
archways and angels
inviting tales from childhood
a gazebo waits
This was inspired and written for:Haibun Thinking