An Angel's Prayer

The angel closed her eyes as she slowly laid her head down on her pillow.

It felt like the coldest night of the year as she wrapped her body in the imaginary embrace that she longed for every night.

She took a deep breath, paused for a moment and then took another breath. Shivering in hopes of getting warm, she could feel a single tear form in the corner of her eye.

Trying to hold back her pain she sat up and whispered to herself. “Lord, please send me someone to love me. I can’t face another night yet another day. I long to feel needed and cherished."

With little faith she tilted her head down, exhaled and began to weep. Her hands were like ice while cupping her face as the tears began to fall.

Helpless to her emotions there was little she could do to comfort herself. The loneliness was wearing on her and the empty shadow of her silhouette reminded her that she was in fact, alone.

There was nothing left for her to do but pray, believe and surrender. After hours of grieving, she finally kneeled beside her bed and began to speak aloud.

“Will I ever love again and will anyone ever love me? I know I am broken but I am fixable. Time has not mended my wounds for my wounds will never fully heal until my pact is fulfilled.” She whispered gently, one word at a time. “My pact is to find another broken soul and then together, we can become whole again. I’m lost and no one has found me although I have been searching for that one angel, that one “broken” angel.

As the morning grew closer she became tired and fell asleep hunched over the end of the bed, almost in a fetal position.

When the sun began to shine through the small opening in the curtains, she slowly opened her eyes.

Without knowing why, she glanced over at a shiny object on her bed. Without knowing what it was she picked it up. It was a glass crystal heart. It was a little smaller than a baseball as she held it in the palm of her hand.

Not knowing how it got there she looked around the room and noticed some faint writing on her armoire mirror. She walked closer and closer and to her astonishment she read.” Here is the heart of a broken soul, night after night as pain took its toll. For this heart is yours and your heart is theirs, to let angels know I hear all their prayers.”

The angel closed the glass heart in her hand and brought it to her chest. There was no explanation for how the heart and message appeared but at this point, it no longer mattered. It was real and it happened.

Broken angels never fully heal and they will carry the burden of their broken hearts for many lifetimes until they are matched with their broken soul mate.

Until that time arrives, there are simple reminders that they are really not alone. Someone somewhere is hurting just as badly as they are. When the nights become unbearable, an angel must remember that another broken angel is praying too and almost in sync.

Patience in this matter is far more than a virtue. Just when she feels that she cannot hang on any longer, she will discover a sign. It will be a simple sign but she will know that someone has heard her crying. An emotional, melodic whisper that is better known as “an angels’ prayer.”