A visit

He doesn’t come to my room often, but it’s always at night. In his presence I sense power and justice, a great calm. Last night, he wanted to know how I was, and when I told him he smiled:

“You have a good few years in front of you, have no fear.”

I asked him about the state of the world, what he, and the others, were doing about it. He laughed.

“We observe. We are not interventionists, as those politicians would say. We keep an eye on the other guy, who appears to have recruited quite a few followers. We are not surprised. His main skill is to instil fear in the minds of humans. We know about it.”

“What can I do?” I asked.

“Be yourself, pray, for we can hear you, any time. Don’t listen to the liars, the cheats, the false prophets, the merchants in the Temple. You know the path. Don’t deviate.”

There was a pause. The great frame stood up, I felt the low sound of powerful wings unfolding, and Saint Michael was gone.

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#FiveSentenceFiction: Conflict

We know how it all starts: lies, distrust, fear…

We also know how it finishes, the ruins, the lost lives, the seeds of more to come: 1871, 1918, 1945, and the tall stories the alleged victors tell.

What we don’t know is how to stop the lies, the stupidity, the fear: for those are the Devil’s weapons, and he is skilled at duping mankind, and his minions are many.

So, it comes always to that: to ignore, or to fight, to be on the side of Pilate, or that of Saint Michael.

And to ignore is to leave it to Satan and his legions to decide our fate…

#FiveSentenceFiction: Armor

St Michael

He stands in front of you, unarmed

Dominated, in awe, a small being

In the immensity of

Your wisdom

Your will unknowable,

His destiny in your hands.

He stands, his armour

Is his faith,

Unshakable, unassailable

His body may die,

What does it matter to you?

You know.

Faith moves mountains.

The future is in his hands.