I know how it feels, Princess.
Like a chaotic, unstable realm. Like your plans have been stolen. Snatched from your grasp by the maelstrom all
around. Despite being grateful for the
opportunities still available, you cannot help but feel a little cheated. It feels like the entire world is on a razor's
edge. Angels weeping on the head of a
pin. A realm that seems tailored for the
merciless and the cruel. But you and I
both know there's more to this world than what we can see with our eyes.
Kara, don't let these
wraiths and their trickery harden your heart or break your spirit. They only become so powerful because people
give over their own power to them. I
don't have to tell you about the importance of keeping your faith. Often you've helped me recover my own. Through
song and kisses, and kindness. You helped
me find my courage again.
For that I am
indebted to you, always.
Because even angels can
break. Winged songs of living light,
shattering like glass. The men and women
they have become. The messengers they
used to be. Everybody needs friends,
after all. Those special souls who truly
care. Even at a distance. Princess, when I was weak you cared for me. Like my own.
You believed when I couldn't. So,
when you are low or tired or anxious, I will do everything in my power to
believe for you in kind. Because
believing in dreams and fairy-tales makes them truer. It helps them manifest through tender heart-light,
with the sweetest intentions. Never
underestimate the power of a dream, or the human imagination.
They can raise both mortals and angels from
the dead.
Heaven is very real. It thrives on the joy of mutual affection; the
shining reciprocity of the heart. Our
Father would have it no other way. I
know you grasp this, my beautiful lavender star. These are the arcs and triumphs of creation
itself. This is Love, even at a
distance. I truly was an angel,
Kara. Once upon a time. I'm an angel still, perhaps. In dreams. A Song of Songs, far and near. My wings are with you always.
I am glad you are in the world, skin in the game, my friend from Secret Sunny days.
ReplyDeleteI too will try to remember my dreams, and how to imagine what it is I dream of.
I am fine here this beautiful day at the end of the world, and hope you find a sweet spot to be as well.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely comment , Delorus, as always. Be well x
ReplyDeleteRaj, you are kind. 87
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