There was a time when I thought Angels were to be all in white,
representatives, as they are, of the Light.
And then I saw an image of the Ninja Angel Warrior emerge
and I understood Heaven is never limited by my constraints.
How often had I been rescued by a loving form, silently,
lurking in the background
desperate to be unobserved?
Pastel smears revealed this image. Light and wings of an Angel upon a Ninja Warrior form.
Perhaps speaking to us that Heaven need not always be overt in the response to the heartfelt prayer. Perhaps it is with the stealth of a Ninja in which Heaven enacts the actions of aid upon our behalf.
I liked this image, as it also made me think of my stepson. Conversations with my stepson seem to be dominated at the present moment by the topics of Ninja Warriors and remote control cars. (I did not realize there was an entire industry around these tiny vehicles. Due to my stepson, I am now well-informed. :))