An Angel Rising

So long I had flown above the region not known as life, gazing deep down to its boiling void to watch my faith sinking lower.

So high I had flown yet I could not leave behind the gray fields of torment that whirled under my wings, and had dived back to weep again under the anguish I had tried so hard to forget, but had instead torn my mind asunder.

The place where light reigns eternally seemed to be far beyond the reach of my lofty flight, until I saw an angel rising from the thundering clouds on a lightning bolt shooting from the ground, and my despair was vanquished.

The angel rose to my side then ascended far above, and on his way told me of a brighter place to come after all my tomorrows, then left me there to decide to cruise, dive or follow.

Nigel P Kent, 1999.