An Angel On My Shoulder

I can’t speak for other writers, but sometimes the creative juices flow and I must write. The following is a figment of my imagination running wild. It may never be published, but I’ve enjoyed writing An Angel On My Shoulder, a novel for sure, but also a powerful statement of faith. It begins with a war in Heaven, and  moves to earth where an angel joins forces to tackle evil.  Here’s some of the beginning ~ enjoy.

IT WAS a putrefying stench of bubbling hatred spilling over, a vile resolution to destroy everything good; it was Satanic, evil. An army of filth had evolved from what was once a joyful band of angels. Whatever brewed in this sleazy den was malevolent, disgusting, from the bowels of evil. Satan and his minions congregated for the sole purpose of overthrowing the God of light, and then the created universe. Their first goal was the conquest of Heaven.

Together they intended to destroy the Lord of Lords, and then slither onto the throne of the Almighty.

Or, so they thought.

The godly forces in Heaven were led by a different Angel of great power and goodness, Michael, by name. He went to battle with incomparable might. Everything, including all eternity, was at stake.

As evil lost ground and light penetrated the darkness, Satan beckoned his warriors, and together strategized for what would be the final battle. They gathered like rabid mongrels, slobbering epithets, and belching hate towards those who shed light on darkness. The future inhabitants of hell met to plan an orgy of corruption.

It was then that the unimaginable happened. Shards of light stabbed Satan’s unholy kingdom of doom. Unnumbered angels of darkness squirmed and then froze in fear as they realized the clandestine meeting was exposed and visited by the One they intended to conquer. At first, the majestic light methodically reached for the crannies and walled recesses, but soon exploded like the rising sun hovering over an immense ocean as it pierced the devilish darkness.

God enveloped the assembly with his presence. Then, a solemn and fearful hush followed; escape from the light was impossible. Satan and his followers stood facing the great I AM. The serenity of Heaven had been fouled by these who wished to rule instead of serve, and now the time had come to end the erosion and eliminate the angels who had turned to gloom. Heaven spoke, and Satan shuddered.

The plot was destroyed, destiny was emphatic, and the loss of Paradise a surety for the corruptors. The war in Heaven was over.