Miracles and Magic only God is the HIGHEST drifting is the mist of beauty.
The following two nights were a time like no one had ever experienced before.
Patrick would suddenly appear either with an envelope in his paw or to enquire directions to a specific bear.
The envelopes Patrick had found in his mailbag were real and not yet touched by any ‘magical’ quality. Each one had a name on the front. The writing was clear but sometimes if looked a bit strange. It was like it
had been painted very artistically with scrolly swirls. Others were printed in bold well-formed capitals. Many were clear, but less confident in outline. Every one of them had been sprayed with a misty stream of gossamer-fine
The first bear he delivered an envelope to was Colin the Captain. He laughed so heartily when he opened the
seal that all his neighbours called out ‘Shh!’.
He held up for everyone to see, a small paper drawing of a screwed-up face with a
large smile. The wide-open mouth showed there were very few teeth. It was more like a comic grimace.
The one word was printed in vivid red shaky, jerky spirals.
delivered letters to every bear in the community in the next two days. Each enclosure was different but all had simple hearts, crudely cut-out butterflies, birds or words like HOPE, PEACE AND JOY so boldly printed they appeared to leap off the page.
A couple said BOO! One of these had a ghostly drawing with it. In the second one the word was in capital letters with bright
red squiggles erupting from each letter and eyes painted in the OO’s.
It did not matter the contents as Patrick delivered them with
such joy that the feeling passed on even to the five who had contributed to the surprise.
Miracle and magic brought the room to ‘life’.
Old Ted opened his blue envelope, Uncle Joseph opened his green one and Sue Care Bear squealed as the seal came apart on her pink one.
From each opening a whoosh of coloured sparkling confetti flew out.
particles settled on their coats and a few drifted on to the cat, the dog, and settled on the fish tank.
Sue clapped her paws.
Patrick opened his postbag again and saw with surprise there was a final pure white one addressed to him. Patrick was written in a crayon of vivid green.
He flung the contents into the air and shouted.
Coloured hearts and little stars now also settled on gathered bears and animals.
Missy was so astonished she couldn’t bark.
Sophie the cat fled to
her scratching-pole tower. ‘Beautiful’ she meowed. ‘Very beautiful’ but who will explain this in the morning.’ Oh! Meow!’.
Dad Daniel, and Mum Kate, sat down bleary-eyed to enjoy a quiet early morning cuppa.
There was an envelope on the table.
Daniel opened it.
A piece of paper fluttered out.
It drifted around the room and settled at his feet.
P E A C E!
The word was printed in clear blue.
He took Kate’s hand and together they watched as the
rising sun kissed the lounge room with a new day’s Light.
The whole room – all the shelves, cupboards, fish-tank and animals sparkled with strange
life and hope.
The humans bowed their heads and thanked their Saviour God for their lives and for blessings.
Silently, they decided to accept gratefully what was inexplicable.
The Bear family watched. High on the
top shelf with the Secret Seven in the corner, they called their own, Patrick the Postman bowed his tiny head.
His thoughts were all of Patrick the Postman
whose human life had left a legacy of LOVE.