Post by fabledtales on Apr 14, 2011 15:57:23 GMT
The sunrise had been beautiful the past morning, but to her, every sunrise was beautiful. If ever she lost hope, she needed only wait until the sun rose or set. Such beauty had a way of reminding all living creatures that the world, existence, was worth holding onto, worth fighting for even when one was so tired they did not even know which was sky and which was earth.
As usual, she could be seen, her wings hidden, in a sitting position, her brown eyes closed as her mind drifted to higher planes, letting go of all the frustrations of the day before, if there were any, letting go of the negative energies, refilling her with hope, strength, and deep love for all. She had seen so many angels get frustrated and she wished to teach them, but few had time for her “oddities”. She often saw how the great Gabriel got frustrated but she could never approach an archangel, they were grand and mighty, and had little time for little cherabims, specially one young as her.
It was now midmorning or midday in the heavens, she wasn’t sure, as she was sort of meditating again. Her hands carefully, slowly weaved big leaves into a bowl, and she sat there humming to herself. Her soft cheeks showed a light blush color, a color of utter happiness. She missed Earth and the humans, but soon she would return. She would not be here for the time of Loy Krathong, so she was making her bowl now and had to find an angel she could trust to gently place it in the river of Heaven.
She was singing a soft song, a song of humans, about a beautiful woman and a prince who pursued her for 999 days. It had exactly 999 verses and she knew them all quite well. She was alone where she sat, where she could watch the part of Earth where she would go. She was saddened by such violence that was down there, but it did not frighten or disturb her, that’s why Father created her, to help humans.
It was a bit much to ask humans to believe in something they couldn’t always see or feel, she showed them how they could feel Father, know that he was there, but she also gave them power over their own suffering, over their own destiny, and most humans responded so well to this.
She looked up briefly over the vastness of heaven, but nothing of interest was about. She gently moved the saree off her arm and went back to weaving the bowl of leaves, singing her soft song about trying to seduce a woman of beauty of flowers.
As usual, she could be seen, her wings hidden, in a sitting position, her brown eyes closed as her mind drifted to higher planes, letting go of all the frustrations of the day before, if there were any, letting go of the negative energies, refilling her with hope, strength, and deep love for all. She had seen so many angels get frustrated and she wished to teach them, but few had time for her “oddities”. She often saw how the great Gabriel got frustrated but she could never approach an archangel, they were grand and mighty, and had little time for little cherabims, specially one young as her.
It was now midmorning or midday in the heavens, she wasn’t sure, as she was sort of meditating again. Her hands carefully, slowly weaved big leaves into a bowl, and she sat there humming to herself. Her soft cheeks showed a light blush color, a color of utter happiness. She missed Earth and the humans, but soon she would return. She would not be here for the time of Loy Krathong, so she was making her bowl now and had to find an angel she could trust to gently place it in the river of Heaven.
She was singing a soft song, a song of humans, about a beautiful woman and a prince who pursued her for 999 days. It had exactly 999 verses and she knew them all quite well. She was alone where she sat, where she could watch the part of Earth where she would go. She was saddened by such violence that was down there, but it did not frighten or disturb her, that’s why Father created her, to help humans.
It was a bit much to ask humans to believe in something they couldn’t always see or feel, she showed them how they could feel Father, know that he was there, but she also gave them power over their own suffering, over their own destiny, and most humans responded so well to this.
She looked up briefly over the vastness of heaven, but nothing of interest was about. She gently moved the saree off her arm and went back to weaving the bowl of leaves, singing her soft song about trying to seduce a woman of beauty of flowers.