Angels Fall Screaming

He fell still screaming curses

like a bird too long flying

through snow

 

but he was not frozen

he was burning

furious, still clawing at the sky

unable to stop the fall

unable to catch himself

because that was one of the things

angels were never taught how to do.

 

God’s hand was always

just  beneath them—

ready to extend at a moments notice

and cradle them if need be

and he like to hold them

because they were warm creatures

like little birds

 

the angel fell screaming hatred

a fire that was not holy fire

burned his body cruelly

 

God looked on and didn’t turn away

the angel did not want his hand

the little bird had chosen this flight

knowing of the fall

knowing of the fire

 

God watched until the angel

finally struck the earth

and lay broken for a moment

before picking itself up

slowly

its heavenly body feeling for the first time

a flutter of death at the impact

like a breath of cold

 

then God let out a single sob

and a tear fell from heaven

falling until it

sank into the angel

cooling the burn of the flames

 

the angel looked up at the sky

from whence the tear came

and found all the curses

were dry and empty

 

He felt colder

than he had ever felt

but

he didn’t know how to go back

 

that was one of the things

angels never learned to do—

so he turned away from heaven

pretended to disdain the tear

that soothed the fire

burning him

 

and walked on

beneath the gray sky

while God closed his eyes

and sighed

for the little bird

that

in falling

had forgotten how to fly.

 

The End

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