Seraphina

Below them, children were waiting.

They waited with baskets by their beds, with windows open to the cold, with hope growing thinner each day.

“Mother,” the little angels asked, “why does Easter feel so far away?”

Seraphina looked longer than the others. She saw tired smiles and small hearts holding onto belief.

“They are waiting for joy,” she said gently. “And joy needs help to arrive.”

So Seraphina prepared.

In the gardens of paradise, the paradise birds gathered around her. From their golden nests, they brought shining golden eggs — each one small, warm, and filled with sweetness, laughter, and the promise of spring.

“These eggs,” Seraphina said softly, “will carry Easter to the children.”

When night fell, Seraphina gathered the golden eggs into her arms and descended to Earth.

She moved silently through the sleeping world, leaving the golden eggs beneath trees, beside pillows, and on doorsteps kissed by frost. Wherever a golden egg appeared, joy followed. Laughter bloomed. Spring began to wake.

By the time dawn approached, only one golden egg remained in Seraphina’s hands — the last one.

Seraphina held it gently in the soft morning light. She knew why it remained.

Not every child had woken yet. Not every heart had been ready. Some joys must wait their moment.

As the sun touched the edge of the sky, Seraphina opened her wings and rose gently upward, holding the final golden egg close to her heart.

When she reached the light above the world, the golden egg was returned to paradise, where it would rest safely until another spring.

And every spring, if you see an angel flying skyward, holding a single golden egg and gazing upward, you will know:

Easter has been delivered.
Joy has been shared.
And a mother has carried the world’s happiness safely home.