A Time for Angels
A Time
for Angels
And God
said, let there be angel.
And the
angel was made out of words.
And man
said, let there be angel
made of
inner words.
Let the
angel be in the likeness of my spirit.
And God
said, let every man have an angel
in his
likeness up in heaven and when he dies
may they
become one.
And man
said, if God does not create the angel,
the imagination
must create it,
because
if there’s a gap between God and man
there
can be no communication.
There
must be an intermediary spirit
between
sky and earth,
between
the invisible and the visible,
between
the spiritual and the material.
God said, man
arrived late for the time of gods
and early
for the time of beings,
the angel
came on time for both.
Man said, the
angel is the body joining
gods and
beings, it is the bridge that joins
the stare
to what is looked at.
God said, so
men and angels understand
each
other, angels on earth must speak
the
languages of men, and when men dream
they
must speak the language of angels.
Because there
is an original language
understood
by angels of all ages and all races
and it
is made of poetry.
Man said, an
angel knows when he is in front
of another
angel, not by what is said and revealed
but by
the light coming out of their eyes.
God said, angels
cannot be seen with eyes,
because they
are inside the eyes.
Man said, then,
the angel we seek in the world
is within
us, it is us?
God said, when
man finds himself
let the
angel be what is looked for in the world
because the
body of both is made of interior words.
Man said, the
angel that I see,
that does
not see me, is the one I will be
when I
die.
God said, let
the angel of man live beyond man,
let it
raise above its body and earn its real existence.
May the
angel take the form that man wants to give it.
Man said, then,
the angel has the body the imagination
gives it?
The angel painted on my back, the angel
tattooed
on my arms, will shield my back and will
protect
my arms. One day it will be like myself.
And God
said, the angel, in this time of darkness
that’s
approaching, is a messenger of light.
Let the
angel be the equal of man.
Because this
is a time of angels.
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