ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel

Angel by The Lake

Updated on April 21, 2015
ananceleste profile image

Anan is an online blogger and private consultant since 2009 in the areas of relationships and interfaith spirituality.


This is Sunny, no address, no last name. She wanders in the park, just by the lake. Wide eyed and lips locked in place. The ashes of a once beautiful woman, floating in the grass. Rags and out of fashion hat serve as a complement to her attire.

That cloak used by many to hide ourselves, to not be seen. A safe place to be, really. We are, and yet no one can see that we are there. For forty years she has wandered the city. As if in a quest for lost mills and legendary heroes. Ever searching, ever lost.

Sunny does not say much. Just the faint sound of a forgotten hymn, that is only for her maker. The eyes of an old soul that has been in chains for too long, forgetting how the sunlight looks like. A smile that was painted gray, and lately, it has been washed away by the rain. Trapped in the past, forgotten in a long lost journal written by someone else. Someone’s mother, someone’s daughter; and yet, no one’s problem.


Her hands are witnesses of her hard life. Hands that protected, assured, lived and worked. For those that her heart held so dear. Hands big enough to embrace the world, but quite small to hold herself up. The same hands that lived in the dark. When others forgot that she was even there. Waiting.

Sunny walks around the lake, just half of a mile. Knowing that every time she goes around, there are new people there that won’t remember she already passed by. Knowing that she still is invisible. No one remembers where she came from, or who she was before coming here. The only thing that is certain is that once here, she never left. Walking, until her feet became numb and too tired to remember why she started walking in the first place. Dragging her body to the rail so she can see the fountain in the middle of the lake.

Legends and stories grew around and about her. A jilted lover, a crazed millionaire, a mourning mother, you pick. Only she knows her story, and why there is no point dwelling in it. After all these years, it would be cruel to make her remember. Besides, no one but she truly cares.

Sometimes you could see her sobbing by the tracks, not so far away from the park. She cries alone, hidden until she is spent and tired. Then goes back to the same bench by the lake, where swans greet her as a sister.


Admiring her surroundings as if trying not to miss anything. Taking her time, slowly taking in the beauty of nature and man made monuments. Really seeing where the hand of God meets man’s hand. Then, she realizes, how small human beings really are compared to the universe. How dependent we are on one another. In some small way, we are all connected to survive. And yet here she is, in the middle of a huge city, surrounded by people but completely alone.

A thousand questions went through her mind in a second. Memories filled with anger, pain, and most of all regret. As soon as her tears fought for release, a cracked voice asked:

-"Why?!"

Scanning the heavens for an answer. Her shaking hands looked for refuge in her ragged coat, holding herself. Embracing herself. Getting lost in a silent prayer.

-" Lord, I am here! Have my heart sinned so that you have turned your eyes from mine? I won't complain no more, I don't want anything anymore. I surrender to you, bless me with your grace and mercy. My mind has forgotten the reason for me being here, and my purpose. Take me with you my Lord. As a last act of mercy. I am cold. Inside and out. I am hungry and bread would not do me any good. Spare me another winter, let me go home?



In that same spot, where the lake meets the park, Sunny was there, delirious and in shock. Where I found her, still praying. I can't remember why, or what possessed me to take her home. But I will never forget, the sparkle in her eyes. And the smile she had when she mumbled in tears; - "My father came for me. I am going home at last..."

For a moment time stopped. And I felt humbled and embarrassed, for I was witnessing a miracle. When she knew that God loved her in spite of all. I saw Him in her eyes, as the angel of the lake, finally went home...




Do you know someone like Sunny?

See results

© 2012 Anan Celeste

Comments

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    • profile image

      Thena 2 years ago

      I was really confused, and this answered all my qusstione.

    • ananceleste profile image
      Author

      Anan Celeste 4 years ago from California

      Thanks frogyfish!

    • frogyfish profile image

      frogyfish 4 years ago from Central United States of America

      Sadly tragic, yet I am so thankful for your last action. That made all the difference in this desperate situation. Ane when we meet 'those people' it would pay-us-forward to greet them, assist in any way possible. Thank you for sharing.

    • ananceleste profile image
      Author

      Anan Celeste 4 years ago from California

      unknown spy and Peggy W ;

      Sorry for the late feedback, Thanks for dropping by darlings. This is the reality of so many people. A reality the I can vouch for myself.

    • ananceleste profile image
      Author

      Anan Celeste 4 years ago from California

      CMCastro;

      I walked among them, and still remember what it felt like to be in those shoes. This story was based on what I saw and the people I met while being homeless in Orlando, FL. The pictures in the hub are from the Lake Eola in the Downtown Orlando area. The same park that I frequented with my kids while being at the near by shelter. I met a couple of Lillian's. And still haunts me their memory. Thanks for coming by my friend.

    • CMCastro profile image

      Christina M. Castro 4 years ago from Baltimore,MD USA

      I am very impressed with the beauty of your words even though it is supposed to paint an awesome picture of what some people think is horrific. You have been able to interpret what you see through truthful eyes. I have also written about the homeless.

    • unknown spy profile image

      IAmForbidden 4 years ago from Neverland - where children never grow up.

      Oh this is very beautiful! very touching story.

    • Peggy W profile image

      Peggy Woods 4 years ago from Houston, Texas

      Homelessness in our country is such a shame and disgrace. It would seem that with all of the aid we give to other countries we should save a bit of it to help our own people who need help and shelter. Your story is heartbreaking & uplifting at the same time to think that someone extended a hand to help this person. Wish it happened more often in reality. Up and beautiful votes.

    • Ellen Karman profile image

      Ellen Karman 4 years ago from medina, Ohio

      My favorite saying is "a stranger is just a friend you've yet to meet."

    • ananceleste profile image
      Author

      Anan Celeste 4 years ago from California

      Thanks Ellen!

      I'm glad that you found my story worth reading. Thanks for commenting.

    • Ellen Karman profile image

      Ellen Karman 4 years ago from medina, Ohio

      WOW! Incredible writing and incredible photo's! This story, that is so well written, contains such emotions that I felt I was observing her with you. I'm sure God was in her eye's. It infuriate's me when people just choose to look away, of course I live in the country so if I saw a woman like that here I'd take her to help if she wanted it. I know it's much different in the city where you can't help everyone. But we all can help one person at a time. I am a new follower! Ellen

    • Fennelseed profile image

      Annie Fenn 4 years ago from Australia

      An amazing story, beautifully written and tragically a story too familiar. I live in our nations capital and our city streets are home to many, some I see daily for months, then see them no more. Each has a story that few care to hear - "Trapped in the past, forgotten in a long lost journal written by someone else". Your words touched my heart, thank you for sharing.

    • ananceleste profile image
      Author

      Anan Celeste 4 years ago from California

      Thank you Aubrey;

      Thanks so much.

    • ananceleste profile image
      Author

      Anan Celeste 4 years ago from California

      Tanks again Docmo!

    • CrazedNovelist profile image

      A.E. Williams 4 years ago from Hampton, GA

      A great hub Celeste. Very emotional and influential. Great work.

      -Aubrey

    • Docmo profile image

      Mohan Kumar 4 years ago from UK

      Awe inspiring. Your writing is close to heart, passionate , giving and caring. The descriptions are beautiful and heartwarming. As for the core content- it is so emotive and memorable. Truly gifted.

    • ananceleste profile image
      Author

      Anan Celeste 4 years ago from California

      Thanks iggy-kun,

      I am glad that you liked it.

    • iggy-kun profile image

      iggy-kun 4 years ago from United States of America

      This was truly amazing! Fantastic job, I really enjoyed reading this. I loved the ending too. Voted up!!

    • ananceleste profile image
      Author

      Anan Celeste 4 years ago from California

      Thanks Elena,

      Indeed,this is unfortunate. Thank you for stopping by.

    • Lady_E profile image

      Elena 4 years ago from London, UK

      This was such a touching story to read and sadly, its happening a lot in various countries today. It hurts that they are "invisible" and I hope more can be done for them. Sometimes, I give a little money or cup of coffee but they need much more than that. (Elena Akin from Facebook).

    • ananceleste profile image
      Author

      Anan Celeste 4 years ago from California

      Thanks teaches;

      Actually I am very well acquainted with this lake. Is called lake Eola, in Orlando, FL. I met there a few Lillians. I often wonder, what has become of them.Thanks for stopping by.

    • ananceleste profile image
      Author

      Anan Celeste 4 years ago from California

      Thanks Mhatter,

      I am glad you liked it.

    • teaches12345 profile image

      Dianna Mendez 4 years ago

      What a touching story. I often see people who resemble this person. Always walking alone, aloof from society and seemingly destitute. Very beautiful.

    • Mhatter99 profile image

      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      Very, very impressive article. I hope it is on my FB

    • ananceleste profile image
      Author

      Anan Celeste 4 years ago from California

      Thanks Deborah;

      It means a lot to hear that from you. I really love your writing and I respect your opinion. You have made my day!

    • Deborah Brooks profile image

      Deborah Brooks Langford 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      We are already friends. I am so glad.. this is so beautiful

    • Deborah Brooks profile image

      Deborah Brooks Langford 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      This is the most beautiful story.. I am crying.. I can hardly write,,.. You are a wonderful writer. I am sharing on the prayer page on Facebook.. God Bless you for writing this

      I am Deborah brooks Langford on Facebook

    Click to Rate This Article