ANGEL OF LOVE

As the angel flew away, her body felt life-less. Once again, she had trusted love and once again love had failed her.

Time was all she could account for as the tears fell like broken diamonds onto the darkened earth below.

Love imprisoned her in an hour-glass of hopeless despair, while the sand slowly sifted her soul.

This would be her last a final chance to love a mortal and she believed that love could save him.

A few months before the painful good-bye occurred, she remembered a touching conversation they had one evening.

The mortal wanted to know what love truly was.

Without hesitation, the angel looked deeply into his blue eyes and whispered, “I am love but I will tell you, show you and guide you, if you allow me to.”

“Love is the most powerful energy alive. Love can create miracles.” The angel said as she gently touched him on the arm. “Love is an unexplainable feeling.”
Although she could not give a precise definition of love, she closed her eyes and began to weep.

“I have loved once before and he left me broken. It has been many years since he departed and I still have a wounded wing for trusting him.” She said with a delicate smile. “I remember watching him sleep. Never did I witness something so peaceful and angelic even though he was a mortal.”

“Being an angel is not always easy. I save people and then they leave and so quickly once they are healed,” she spoke almost in a melodic voice while opening her wings almost as if she was going to fly away. “You are my last hope and my final chance to show that I have decent judgment.”

After telling her story the angel held him close and embraced the final moments they would share together.

Beyond broken for the third time, the angel flew to a sacred spot hidden within the mountains. The night sky embraced her as she removed a few feathers from her wings.

She held the feathers high and let the soft wind take them. As they blew away she whispered to herself, “Good-bye my love, good-bye.”

There were no more chances for the angel to love. Even though it is better to have lost then never to have loved at all, she still couldn’t accept the unbearable pain.

Not only will she have to live in pain for all eternity, she will now only have the story of how she became a broken angel. Love was no longer a beautiful entity, but the very blade that crucified everything she once believed in.