A ViSION OF JUDGMENT ©
‘The boy is known for tall tales,’ The Angel told the Ancient Of The Days who showed no emotion. Glancing at the Book of Remembrance he turned to ask his cohorts all dressed in white, “Why bread is buttered only on one side?” The host of angels seemed to think hard and then looked at each other for a hint, and then scratched their heads. It was painful to see them struggle and give up as lost. Perhaps they knew the time and place wasn’t right for levity. You see God was in heaven and this scene was played before the White Throne of Judgment.
The Angel who stood by the Old Man asked,“ Do tell us, Father!”
“Because the mouth cannot tell the difference.”
A short laugh greeted it and the Old Father laughed hard and said at last, “The boy has spunk of a wit.” He pointed to another page and asked,” Why does a piano tuner keeps his ear to the keys?” The angels who were gathered there in their order, suddenly went blank and said, ”You tell us father, we cannot think as well as he can.”
The Ancient of The Days chuckled even before he uttered a word. “A piano tuner keeps his ear because it is the nearest he could ever get to play the instrument.” He said and laughed till his whole body shook with laughter.
“Gabriel, you are the horn player,” He asked, “what do you think?”
“Piano, is it difficult to play father?” The Old Man just glared, “Haven’t you got an ounce of humor, Gabriel?”
Taking a grave demeanor he asked Gabriel to lean closer. He said, “Get some humor. It is an Order!”
“I expect to come back with a joke.” Bowing he went from the presence of the Old Man and went to the boy who was evidently bored. The boy was in the Hall of Dead Souls,awaiting his turn like so many others.
Gabriel gingerly took out a candy bar wrapped in silver paper and said,” I have this for you…” He held it towards him. Conversationally he asked, “Do you like candies?”
Gabriel added, “Here we don’t eat or drink. Still we can have anything we have a yen for!” The boy thought it was the silliest thing he ever heard in life. Encouraged by Gabriel he took the candy and tasted it. ‘Uggh!’he spat it out, ”Can the dead toungue taste?Ugh!” The boy looked a picture of woe. Gabriel said, ”OK I shall give your taste back as before. Promise me you shall also do me a good turn.” The boy nodded. Gabriel touched his mouth,“Oh yes. I shall make your tongue taste just as before.” The boy felt a strange sensation around his tongue.
The boy tasted the candy and his face showed bewilderment. “I cannot understand it. I taste it as though I had also a pot of glue as well.” Gabriel knew from the evident disgust what was wrong with his gift: he only made the tongue as human. And it didn’t work that way.
“I shall make you whole for once.” Gabriel put his hand out and touched the crown of his head. The boy felt a strange wave of 1000 volts rushing through him. With it he felt as though he were dreaming on his feet! Hazily he saw the old mansion once again brought to life. The windows were being open and some shut while he remembered: he saw spring sunshine flooding into room for long shut down. While those little patterns on the walls frolicked he could hear: glasses clinked downstairs and voices singing to some accompaniment. ‘Ah he heard footfalls though muffled by the plush carpets and it brought joy. He could sense his father coming to kiss him goodnight. He smelled lavender and sensed his mother waiting her turn to kiss him. When he looked he caught the archangel looking at him curiously. “You can now taste it. You are alive. Your life fully restored.”
The boy took a bite and he bawled loud with all stops pulled. Gabriel was shocked. He never had a clue what happened. The boy said, “I want to go home.” He asked, “What was that you wanted me to do in return?”
“Tell me a joke.”
“What for?”
“I have to tell the Old Man upstairs a joke before I meet him again.” The boy thought hard and shook his head in frustration. There is nothing that I can remember worth telling.” Again a teardrop or two fell from the guileless cheeks and Gabriel felt sorry.
Gabriel said in a whisper,“We shall go back where you came from.”
Before the boy could grasp they were standing on the sidewalk. It was Christmas Eve and there stood under the awning a group of revellers. Archangel and the boy were as dressed as any of those who gravitated towards the throng. They could hear chiming of bells and drums beaten with gusto. Gabriel was curious and dragged the boy along in order to investigate. At the centre stood Santa Claus waving a baton while a choir dressed in white and red over their everyday clothes were belting out a medley of perennial favourites one after the other to the enjoyment of the crowd. Gabriel saw the man with his concertina, a regular squeezebox and he turned to the boy to whisper. “Does he have to shake his head and gyrate his whole body?”
The boy looked at the player. He turned around and said with a straight face, “ He isn’t playing but rolling with a stomach cramp.” The angel looked at the boy and caught the wild merriment in his eyes. He laughed so hard and so did the boy.
Next instant Gabriel was flying with the boy back to the Throne of Judgment where the Ancient Of The Days waited for him. Gabriel began, “Father, Why didn’t I blow my silver trumpet down there?”
“You were afraid of bringing the roof down!” prompt came the reply.
“ Right on!” the archangel hummed,” Had I brought the roof down, you would have blown the top!” Ho,Ho,Ho they laughed and their laughter went like waves of merriment till the crystal roof of heaven chimed and the angels tittered.
Gabriel was on a very upbeat mood. He laughed so hard. So did the boy.
The End
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