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By mitzi Date: 2003 Apr 06 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.06.20.53.28459]] |
| The angel stood and knocked at my door and I chose to let him enter. Many other places had turned him away. This night, he sat at my table to break bread, yet it was he who nourished me. We talked into the nights and the many days that followed, rejoicing some odd 20 years. Then he left me in what seemed as quickly and silently as he had come. His hair had shown red as fire interspersed with embers which grew grayer each year. He had taught me many things. This messenger of God has now returned home. He awaits there for me and for many others here. Those who believe he ever existed in the first place. Those who have had their own messenger to give them wings...wings to ride high on the waves of love and hope, giving freely of themselves as it was meant to be. |