“As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For thou art with me.”
“Holly leaves and Christmas trees used to mean so much to me…”
When angels lose their wings, the Heavens weep.
I have promised the angel I’d never use whining to express their grief and sorrow, therefore I trust you to not see the painting as that. Angels don’t whine. Their suffering is stoic and just. A great honor was bestowed upon us and so is their punishment if they shall fail.
When they lose their wings it’s not a question of physical, but of mental pain. Their truth, their whole world colapse.
The painting
There was the angel. Once upon a time they stood strong in the land of the mighty. Now they were flesh. The aura once surrounding their presence easily faded away and they were thrown into a world of storms. Storms they could not control, they could not recognize. They could not bring out the sun to warm up the earth anymore. “And the north wind blew and blew, and the harder he’d blow, the more the man would hold on to his coat, bringing it even closer to his body.”
Their blue eyes once showing the silver lining were now full of tears. Pondering that single moment when they have failed. That moment which made their wings turn into dust.
Now they were sick. Sickeningly human. They could feel all the flaws and the world that was unknown to them until that time.
The face once filled with kindness, now held nothing but grief. Not to losing their wings, but to throwing the truth away.
They realized it was only perception which held everything high or low and that made it even more sickening. For they knew they’d eventually mold into the new world presented to them and forget all about righteousness. And there was an even larger grief on that, than the grief itself. They’d rather hurt forever and not forget, than comfort the pain.
The pain was well deserved. They knew it and gladly embraced the sorrow as a price for their deeds. But that feeling, that one feeling which made their flesh hurt… It wasn’t their nature. They never wanted to eat the apple. Yet they gave in… And that miserable moment torn apart their greatness.
They would say such sorrow was never known before to man kind but they knew it wasn’t true. Such sorrow was never known to the angel kind.
Lost, in a world that wasn’t theirs, they could only hope that “some other time, and some other place, with love in their hearts and a smile on their face” the other angels would welcome the fallen ones once again and hold them under their wings. Hold them until they’d recover their own. Holding with peace, greatness, joy, and the feeling of belonging. That feeling they now so desperately craved for, in such a humanly way. Circling their presence with a forgiving kindness, which would allow the fallen ones to return to their loved kind.
And that day they fell among us and are now wandering the earth. “Trying to make right what once went wrong.” And with the single thought that maybe, just maybe, someday they’d be back with their own kind.
Faye, tu mai scrii si altceva? E deja mai mult de o saptamina, in puii mei. Ceva mai dixtractiv…
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