Show me how it’s endless, this stream of consciousness you redeem with your deeds. Which you, preacher, swims such imagery behind my eyes! Lies have no place, as steadfast truth engorged this space afore they ever reached me. Thank you, son of man, and brother of spirits, a one as I of faith and divine…we have been chosen. *Reaches*
Where we stand, and as I graze your new creased brow, destinies unfurl their range of impossible. Miracles spiral from the heavens, searching for those worthy of their feats. Can we still be excluded from something else? Would we desire any more than we have now? *Tilts his head, sweeping his gaze over the cathedral-like church*.
I am worn of my tasks already, aged beyond reason; startled after that I still don’t know. But no matter how long I’ve lived and have yet to accomplish, there is always someone fascinating to slow my ascension to a varying degree, of worlds that I might traverse. Though I have no regrets, I am constantly discovering some new passion, one and many alike yours, to seize forthwith now and be left of everything before this new glory! But is it fair to those I’ve saved, or those who have saved me? To declare this want, from being around humans, and that wholesome freedom called mankind? Who would not be influenced by it?
Such love I elicit but do not feel. And maybe that’s why I come here. You have known other men’s secrets, not only shame but doubts that come with a fortune of feeling. *Lifts his head, watching the lines on the preacher’s face* can I anticipate your answer as one begotten of a man, or a voice of God and thus more gilded than is truth? *Looks away, as if flustered by his own thoughts*.
What I wouldn’t give, my good man and preacher, to bask in the light of a woman’s love, or roll in the blight of regret…for to come to that I could feel and act on them as human. You are sentimental, and that mortal paradigm swaths me in a desperate curiosity, driving me to remain longer than my brothers and sisters. *Sighs, bowing his head*.
I should say one last thing before jumping into this mysterious river of thought, and that is more than words could divide my tongue and my intentions. So I will relay this parable of thought to make it tangible in my way. *He drops his cloak, letting it pool at his feet*. I offer my true form to you…and it will be a beginning to the nurturing repast of our bond.
*Slowly, he spreads his wings, raising them above his head to sweep aside his mane* will you come to me as I am, a bold Angel lying in wait to defy his purpose? I have been tried in my mind for centuries, by judges that would rule this passion I am supposedly restricted to bear. *He extends, a soft glow emanating from his palm*
You have heard my dreams, but would you feel them preacher? There will be no more distractions from division or cause. We have come far to be champions of our love, of our loyalty, and of our wills, will you take my hand and make this leap with me my friend?
*The preacher stares, struggling with his expression as he strains to keep his hands from shaking. A short sigh escapes, as he finally begins to compose himself; he answers finally, bearing his soul in his eyes* I am a man of God, and you his Angel-a trusted guide to all his children. We have strived to give this world hope together, and never have we faltered in our quest, or yearned enough to break away from the shelter our Lord offers us. But if God made us both, allotting our roles in all his great wisdom, would he expect his servants to deny themselves of his own holy light that he has shown us, which we in-turn relay to all the world? I have little doubt that any more is expected of us if we are finally exposed to what gifts it means to be Human and Angel. Love, as we abide by and compel all those who would seek of its womb, has finally been offered to us, so that we may rest and pass the task to another. And tomorrow, maybe they who follow in our footsteps will recognize its gift come unto them, once they have finally realized its mark upon their own hearts. *The preacher smiles wisely, as he takes the Angel’s hand*.
*Enclosing them both in his generous span, the companions disappear unto their safe haven; where they can live out the rest of their days in a common Utopia.
