The Tiniest Angel

Under normal circumstances, this tiny glass ornament would not mean very much. But there is a story to this little visitor.
When I finally was able to return to my home for the first time, it was a month after what I thought would be a three day evacuation. The devastation that I drove through and that I found was almost unbearable. This scene above was the one I saw as I approached my home. I entered my home through my side door, and walked through the downstairs, then the upstairs. I went down the front stairwell to the front door, unlatched the bolt, and walked outside. From the porch I saw tangles of oak tree branches, intermingled with home debris and patio furniture from around the neighborhood. My eyes lowered as I silently surveyed the disastrous scene before me. I was surprised to see that my front landing was swept clean of all branches - surprising since it was flood waters that last invaded my neighborhood, not wind. There, at my feet I did a double look.
I saw the tiniest angel made of glass, standing perfectly still with a trumpet to his lips. He faced my front door, fragile, yet with great boldness. As I turned, I wondered who had placed him there - and realized that I was the first one back in my neighborhood. This tiny messenger reassured me that I would not be alone through the upcoming months of this disaster.