The Aura of Faith

This is a true story. Events that happened to me, including the only two occasions I have witnessed the 'Aura of Faith'. It begins as I was travelling in America....

The Aura of  Faith

There is no word, nor sound of mouth that can
Accurately describe the scene, began
That day in Nineteen Eight Four
Walking with bag upon a tour
Of Atlanta airport in transit to
The land of tornado’s and storms that grew
From weather fronts that us harass,
In middle states such as Kansas!

The passage straight, no bends nor turns,
It seemed to go for miles, and spurns
My very soul, it seems, that no-one ever learns
Of Faith, in such a place. But, wait!
What’s this I see, it must be fate
To set my gaze on such a thing so far away...
            (Move on my dear lest you be late)

A person? No....it cannot be,
(I’m moving very hurriedly),
It seems a mist, a light, a glow
An orb of kind, I do not know,
But as I go, lest I be late
(To get straight to departure gate),

It is still there, it’s larger now,
With aching arm and sweating brow, I hurry on to where it stands
The glow, the orb is holding hands with figure shaping well within
A figure  tall and very thin ,
A woman, yes, an older one
With smiling face she sees me run,
And pass her by as I take a sheet,
We smile and care as each eyes meet.

The lady smiling with such care
And Kindness in her eyes, her fare
She hands to passers by (no time to stop lest we be late),
To reach our each, departure gate.
But on the plane we sit and read the sheet she gave that was her fare
No text like that, it’s very rare
The sheets they were such all, good text
Of God and Faith, not one pre-text
To be of much that isn’t good
From the aura-glow from where she stood.

Time went by and I grew old
In two thousand two and not foretold
By anyone (of this I vouch), I saw the same
As walking down the road I came.
My Faith was ‘loud’, my pace increased
I gazed in awe, the same glow did feast
Upon my eyes; the aura there
Within I saw a lady, rare
(In England this, not far from here
Not Atlanta town, nor anywhere
My last encounter stood to share
Her gifts of Godly Faithful ware).


My walk became a steady trot
I ran and leapt, my pulse forgot
To slowly beat, as it should have done
But raced and thumped as I begun
To go real quick and break to run.

The lady turned  and looked to me,
I saw it was indeed not she
Who I had seen those many years before,
In Atlanta during eighty four.
This lady here before me now
Whose aura lit and made the glow
Must surely be so full of Faith, I hugged and squeezed
Her gently so, she saw my ease
She saw my way, my gentle face.
And knew at once that I was graced
With Faith as she, must surely be.

We talked of God and her poor state
Of cancer rare just found too late
As tumour large and bulky be
Discovered deep by doctors three.

We talked of how He heals the weak and thin,
‘Though where the illness rife within,
And cancer rare does strike us down and lays us bare,
To see His ways, and see His care.

We spoke of Faith as ne’er before
I told her of the aura saw
Of all those many years before
The same, no shame, in Eighty Four.
Her Faith was such as she would pray
That never ‘Chemo’ came her way
Nor false technique, nor name of cure
Only God would help be sure.

For many days we met in prayer
With all our friends we prayed with care
To God, for all his help just now
In hours of prayer our heads in bow.

Then one day it came away!
The tumour there for all to see
Had passed, and left her body free
She held it in her hand and praised
His name for showing her His ways.

The doctors all were shocked in awe
The tumour in her hand they saw
No Chemo, Rad, nor surgery
Was needed not at all by she!

Now ten years hence remission shows
That Faith so strong with aura glows,
That man, no matter how he stands
Can never match those Godly hands,
That guard and care our ever’y need
That man must Faith most surely heed.

Author's Note

It is not often that I share these thoughts and experiences. Please respect them as totally true. I have tried to keep accurately to the facts, and simply relate them here in my usual emotional way. (Tears included)

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Godly hands are above all hands. Faith conquers the mundane with miracles...Thank you for sharing this wonderful story...:).............

[Daffy]

A great pleasure, I am so glad it is published. Beatrice is now coming to her eightieth year and doing very well indeed!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Good to know...You are welcome...:).................

[Samuel Dickens]

Quite an amazing tale, and one I shall not doubt. Indeed, not all such stories end like this, but when they do, we must all give thanks.

[Daffy]

Indeed we should, Samuel. Thanks for the review.

[Rita L. Sev]

This is an amazing story; faith is such an incredible gift.

That man, no matter how he stands
Can never match those Godly hands...

Wonderfully written, and so true.

[Daffy]

It is a gift that we can all share, Rita. I have never written this story until now, and feel some guilt that I left it all very late. However, better late than never! Thanks again for the time and the review, Rita.

[Rachelle]

Finally a poem worth reading! God bless you! Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam!

[Daffy]

Thank you, Sweetbind. I feel sure there are many more in writerscafe, but you are the very first person in the world to read this one. That is justly so, as you were the inspiration that I needed to write the poem. On more than one occasion I have related the story to people I meet, but whenever I talk of God and 'witness' for Him, I tend to shed tears, which prevent me from speaking well. I simply become too emotional. This true story of my friend's anal cancer, brings home the words you quote: "Ad maiorem Dei gloriam inque hominum salutem" Daffy