Even the angels were quiet and distracted in this gloomy, wet weather. I put Michael in the blue birdbath to see how he’d look in the heavy rain and wind.
No more messages about who he might be, no words from the anonymous sender. Okay, he’s Michael the Archangel. If he has a message for me, I’m here.
There are messages daily of course
I’m not sure this is Michael. I’ve never seen an image of Michael without an attribute… usually a sword or holding an orb or scepter. But he clearly loves living on the farm whoever he may be.
There is no agreed upon image of Michael, he has been painted in dozens of ways…