Angels paint

I believe in the presense of angels. I believe they are among us everyday. They can be found in the most unsuspecting opportunities of life. My most recent angel is a painter. Really, you say. Yes. A simple painter who doesn't have a motive or reason to be what he became to me, but his words of wisdom painted a picture for someone over a simple game of chess. He is a quiet man, few words said out loud. A gentle spirit for life has dealt him hard. No elegant dwelling. Works day to day trying to paint his best. His work did not appeal to me. I was unimpressed. A simple game of chess became the game of life. His work was not painting a wall it became saving a life. Countered moves across the board. He saw how empty the squares had become. He spoke ever so quitely not making a fuss. Simple words of truth spilled out from the air. Landing so hard the words could not leave. He painted the truth for the player to see. A chess game he might win but the life game was lost. The small room where on the table would be an opened chess board for the world to see. No bright lights glaring no people around. Just a man and an angel playing chess with a friend.