Little Noel~ The Angel with the Broken Wing As Written By M. A. Moore © On a pale blue and bright morning, Somewhere high above the darkened, snowy clouds of December A tiny little angel-girl sat silently on a puffy cloud of the purest white Looking forward, as the other angel children flew about happily Chasing, in every direction, The glitter left behind by the previous evening’s stars As she sat staring out onto the great, still, and sweet distance of heaven She sighed In heaven, we are told, those who dwell within it’s space, Tended to sweetly by the loving hand of God, Are all perfect Perfection, in its truest sense is, after all, What we expect of the place called heaven Yet, on this day of days, a day of celebration Reserved solely for the birthday of the king of kings Little Noel, an angel with the sweetest face, the truest heart, Sat frowning, as she held a small and white cottony heart, Formed with devotion out of the only resource available A single tear fell from her sweet and dark- brown angelic eye Rolling slowly down her delicate little face As she watched patiently the happiness before her, Quickly wiping the tear away with her tender little hand, A bird, as white as the brightest snow, Flew in, landing safely on the mound of fluffy cotton Which surrounded her Suddenly, a great and wonderful chorus of music could be heard Startling her Trumpets and strings, and the loveliest of voices in every range Called out to the angel children As they all giggled loudly, and flew away quickly Toward the celebration of light Little Noel stood, and stretched her body toward the music Pausing for a moment, with a brief smile upon her face As she held up her gift, Before backing down into her seated position upon the so-white cloud The little angel cried And as she softly wept The bird, having witnessed her sadness, sighed, too “Do not cry.” Said the dove “Do not weep.”  It said, softly cooing beside her on the cloud Little Noel again wiped her teary eyes, and stared at the bird, As it stared back toward her with a love so very true “But here I sit, alone and filled with sadness.”  She said softly The so-white bird stared at her, listening “I have a broken wing, and cannot fly to be at the side of my father, on this most blessed of days.” And still, the lovely bird stared, tilting its lovely head as it did “I cannot play with the other angel children.  I cannot fly about freely through the sweet-smelling breezes of heaven.  My broken wing keeps me here on this lovely cloud, and I have no chance of sharing the love I have for my father with him on this day of days. “ Noel looked at the dove, and frowned yet again, as she grabbed her beautiful face, tucking it softly into her arms, which rested upon her knees there on the cloud Suddenly, Noel felt a love like she had never before felt.  As she lifted her tear-covered face, she looked out into the space of heaven before her The bit of heaven surrounding her had become suddenly filled with a multitude of angels, Floating there with warming smiles for as far as she could see The lovely music, once enjoyed at a distance, filled the space, and it seemed as if all of the eyes of all of the angels, including the angel children, were now fixed upon her Noel stood up, still holding tightly to the gift of the cottony heart she had molded for her father with much, much love And as she did, the so-white bird began to fly around her, as the beautiful choirs of heaven hummed softly a tune of inspirational adoration “Do not cry.”  Said the Father “Do not weep.”  Said the Lord of Lords “For I am with you always.  Your broken wing matters not.  Your love for me soars higher than the ablest wing might take you.” And from that moment on, little Noel flew freely throughout the seasons in the sweet-smelling spaces of heaven And on the special day of the year, when all of the angel children flew quickly to the celebration of light, as announced by the trumpets and strings, And the lovely voices singing sweetly in every range Little Noel flew in And snuggled in closely to her maker As he, on his special day, would stand before all of the world Her love for him, a white and puffy cloud-shaped heart in one hand And his love for the world in the other Hark the herald angel’s sing! Glory to the newborn king! Peace on earth, and mercy, mild! God and sinners reconciled!