The rain
was not quite the heavy sound it should have been. It took on the more ethereal
quality of tears. I looked above for clouds and saw blue sky. Turning my gaze
behind, I saw the most beautiful creature I had ever laid my eyes upon. It was
an angel with a broken wing. She was so sad that I had the feeling she might
never stop crying. When I asked her what had caused such sorrow, she said,
"The mortal that I have loved so long has struck a wound that may never
heal. He lashed out and then ran away in misunderstanding. I may never see him
again." I was at a loss for words. Someone struck this angel with words of
anger and then ran away? What kind of fool could do such a thing? I proposed my
question to her. She offered, " A soul that is so injured that it knows
nothing but torment. He and I had a destiny and we were afraid. I know that he
is sorry, but will never hear the words from his mouth. I believe he is close
to self destruction and will never listen to my pleadings. I don't know what to
do." What could I say? Her tears became deafening like that of a
waterfall. I had to step back into the
shadows and watched her cry, knowing there was nothing I could do...
©Sept 22,
2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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