Fallen Angel

[Leslie(nova scotia)]

And it came to pass that the Man who created heaven and earth did not have the sun shine on this day. The sky was full of dark clouds that drifted by, occasionally in a form that was recognizable by the detectorist. The earth was cold, hard and barren. The detectorist had prayed to Him. Unanswered, undaunted the swinger of the orb from the House of Guru braved on. The patron saint of detectorist (unofficial, not canonized and not to be worshipped) Saint Digalot could not be reached. The first outing of the year was not sanctioned by the Almighty!

"Thou art digging out of season which is blasphemy" The words were spoken but the detectorist could not tell from where it had come. The diggers limbs began to ache before the coil was swung. A sign.

The phrase was repeated but this time louder but soothing in a heavenly calming voice..."Thou art digging out of season." This time the sayer of the words was seen with utmost clarity. The swinger from the House of Guru gazed upon the speaker with a heavy heart at that which had fallen from the sky.

Looking to the sky the swinger asked for forgiveness and that the angel be restored.

The passing of time allotted the detectorist but 5 round disks that were dug in pain, sin and despair. Having only retrieved 1/10 of thy quota thanks and praise were given. As penance the man from the House of Guru has pledged restoration of that which had fallen from the sky.

Once home the digger of lost items confessed to his betrothed of his transgression, suffered in silence while saying prayers for an early thaw.

 

[Missouri--Ma Betty]

And it came to pass that the Man who created heaven and earth did not have the sun shine on this day. The sky was full of dark clouds that drifted by, occasionally in a form that was recognizable by the detectorist. The earth was cold, hard and barren. The detectorist had prayed to Him. Unanswered, undaunted the swinger of the orb from the House of Guru braved on. The patron saint of detectorist (unofficial, not canonized and not to be worshipped) Saint Digalot could not be reached. The first outing of the year was not sanctioned by the Almighty!

"Thou art digging out of season which is blasphemy" The words were spoken but the detectorist could not tell from where it had come. The diggers limbs began to ache before the coil was swung. A sign.

The phrase was repeated but this time louder but soothing in a heavenly calming voice..."Thou art digging out of season." This time the sayer of the words was seen with utmost clarity. The swinger from the House of Guru gazed upon the speaker with a heavy heart at that which had fallen from the sky.

Looking to the sky the swinger asked for forgiveness and that the angel be restored.

The passing of time allotted the detectorist but 5 round disks that were dug in pain, sin and despair. Having only retrieved 1/10 of thy quota thanks and praise were given. As penance the man from the House of Guru has pledged restoration of that which had fallen from the sky.

Once home the digger of lost items confessed to his betrothed of his transgression, suffered in silence while saying prayers for an early thaw.

 

[Missouri--Ma Betty]

Prayer will be answered in season, Leslie; so count this as a: Keeping in detecting shape run! Ma

 

[stoneshirt]

And it came to pass that the Man who created heaven and earth did not have the sun shine on this day. The sky was full of dark clouds that drifted by, occasionally in a form that was recognizable by the detectorist. The earth was cold, hard and barren. The detectorist had prayed to Him. Unanswered, undaunted the swinger of the orb from the House of Guru braved on. The patron saint of detectorist (unofficial, not canonized and not to be worshipped) Saint Digalot could not be reached. The first outing of the year was not sanctioned by the Almighty!

"Thou art digging out of season which is blasphemy" The words were spoken but the detectorist could not tell from where it had come. The diggers limbs began to ache before the coil was swung. A sign.

The phrase was repeated but this time louder but soothing in a heavenly calming voice..."Thou art digging out of season." This time the sayer of the words was seen with utmost clarity. The swinger from the House of Guru gazed upon the speaker with a heavy heart at that which had fallen from the sky.

Looking to the sky the swinger asked for forgiveness and that the angel be restored.

The passing of time allotted the detectorist but 5 round disks that were dug in pain, sin and despair. Having only retrieved 1/10 of thy quota thanks and praise were given. As penance the man from the House of Guru has pledged restoration of that which had fallen from the sky.

Once home the digger of lost items confessed to his betrothed of his transgression, suffered in silence while saying prayers for an early thaw. View attachment 1716View attachment 1717

you sure like to hear yourself talk.

 

[Leslie(nova scotia)]

Just enjoy writing! Praise the Lord!

 

[7centsworth]

Looks like it’s wing definitely went through a battle.

 

[Missouri--Ma Betty]

Just enjoy writing! Praise the Lord!

HI LESLIE, You are still not too old to start writing books -- Just look at all the Senators & REPS in Congress who are writing books BUT most are full of lIES--But you know God's truth & IT needs to be written & heard by nations of SINNERS! Write for the growing children! Ma

 

[GeorgeinSC]

Thankfully I live far enough south that we very rarely get any snow. Folks here in SC can tell you the date of every snowstorm in the past 60 or more years. Jan 3 2018 it snowed. So we don't have a Detecting season. There are days that it might be chilly enough to keep me in the house but I sometimes still go out for a while.