The sun was low in the Western sky. Warm fingers of pink and gold gently spreading out across a sleepy sky. It wouldn’t be long until it vanished in a blaze of glory behind the imposing steel sculpture of the Angel of the North. Another day on Earth nearly done and the promise of a new dawn still a distant dream.
The woman sat on the grass beneath the Angel’s outstretched wings, her gaze fixed on the far horizon yet her thoughts were lost in a place much further away. A stranger stood watching her, unobserved. She didn’t see the stranger nor the steady stream of people descending the path back to the road below, nor did she see the flashing blue lights of the emergency services weaving through the traffic on the dual carriageway of the busy A167. The light was fading fast and night would soon come riding in. Resolve crossed the man’s face and he approached her.
“Hi, how are you?” he asked.
“I think I am in pain…” She answered, her voice barely a whisper. A tear rolled down her face.
He reached out and gently wiped it away. A flicker of gratitude in her eyes showed she had welcomed the gentle gesture.
“Cassie…” she held out a slender hand. A sensitive hand.
“D.I North.” His grip was electric, his smile dazzling.
“Detective Inspector? No Uniform? Your day off?”
” I prefer to work plain clothes, find it’s easier to help those in need.”
“So do you have a first name?” he saw she was intrigued. He saw her tears had stopped. She didn’t pull her hand away, although he saw the thought crossed her mind.
“Micah,” voice as warm as his golden looks.
“Are you from around here?”
“No.” Cassie noted where he was economical with words, he was generous with the heat emanating from his hands. Healing hands.
The concern of a stranger was too much to bear, Cassie grabbed her hand away and blinked away hot treacherous tears.
“So what has brought you to Gateshead, Micah?”
“Work. You...” It took a moment for his words to register.
“You!” he smiled.
“You said you are a D.I, is that Detective Inspector? What have you detected about me? Why would you even concern yourself about me? ”
“Cassie you said you were in pain, I detect your pain is emotional. Your heart is lost and lonely and you search for something you cannot find.”
“Yes… I seem to have lost my way, Micah. I feel like I have been abandoned, a stranger in a strange land and I just don’t understand the protocols of this world. There is nothing but pain in this place. People hurt each other just because they can… even those who are supposed to love each other lie and cheat. They harm where they could heal. I see suffering and pain and my heart aches.”
“Yet the heartache brings with it a great gift Cassie. It brings empathy for others. It brings the gift of healing and Divine Grace. It is the path to home.”
“I wish that were true Micah. I am searching for home, I look at the stars at night, searching, longing…I know home isn’t here and I so want to go home.”
“Cassie, home is not a place.”
“If it isn’t a place then where do I find it?”
“It is the very essence of Love…and it dwells within your own heart. When others hurt you and lie and cheat then the sin is on their soul, not yours. It is not a reflection of you, it is a reflection of them. All you can be is true to yourself, time on Earth is finite, be the best person you can be for every act of kindness, no matter how small, is important. There are many other Light workers just like you, you have no cause to feel alone or different. The power of love and light is far stronger than the forces of darkness. Divine justice will take care of everything else.” He fixed her with his wise gaze, eyes deep with compassion. He reached out and wrapped Cassie in a strong, protective embrace filled with the pure essence of unconditional love.
Understanding permeated Cassie’s consciousness and she unequivocally knew that she would never search for home again, that home was within her own heart.
The wailing sound of sirens pierced the air and the blue lights came to an abrupt standstill, whilst continuing to flash on the road below. Cassie finally took note of what was happening. An open topped BMW lay overturned on its side and the emergency services were attending to a young woman unconscious behind the wheel, her long black hair hiding her face.
“That’s my car! What’s happened? Who is that in my seat?” Confusion and fear tore across her face.
“There was an accident, you slammed the breaks on to avoid a fox and the car skidded out of control and hit the trees. You were lost, trying to find your way home. I was sent to assist”
“Micah, what am I doing here and shouldn’t you be down there with the other police officers?”
“I’m not an Officer, but you are right, our work here is done and we need to join them on the road below.”
“Micah, just who are you? What are you?” Cassie was aware of a luminous light surrounding Micah, then the darkness closed in.
Somewhere in the distance the plaintive wail of an ambulance tore through the cool evening air as it urgently wound its way down the Durham Road towards the Queen Elizabeth Hospital. The paramedic deftly held his casualty’s hand offering reassurance whilst discreetly reading the vital signs on his monitors.
“Incredibly lucky to be alive and thrown clear of the wreckage. A miracle. Heart rate 62 and Blood pressure 110/70 all good, nothing more serious than just a concussion by the looks of it,” filling the driver in as they negotiated the road ahead.
“You saw the state of the car, there had to have been an Angel by her side to walk away from that. This one is a definite case of Divine Intervention!”
As the ambulance pulled into the emergency bay of the hospital, through a haze on semi consciousness Cassie sent a silent thank you from her heart to her Guardian Angel, D.I North.
The last rays of the setting sun illuminated in glorious red and gold the majesty of The Angel of the North. With his vast wings stretched out over the surrounding landscape a silent benediction went out through the ethers to all those seeking their way home.
© Eily Nash 2015
Beautiful photo of The Angel of the North is by Keith Evans [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons