ANGELIC ANGST

ANGELIC ANGST

 

                I am really not sure why I do myself this way.  Heart-ache and anguish is all I get from watching – no joy, or seldom, if ever.  There were times when we acted like they act over a football game.  Now we watch reluctantly, and are often repulsed.

 

                How did they lose their way?  How have they gotten so far off?  Their Guiding Star has not really faded or dimmed.  But, they follow some North Star to a cold, barren wasteland; or, they go chasing after a Southern Cross into the hopeless tumults of the deep’s chaos.  What is their problem?

                There have been hearts and voices among them that were prophets and poets.  The word was clear and the muse was strong.  But, they repeatedly have chosen those who pander and pervert.  They have witty pundits who are witless and they have politicos leading them into Hell.  They seem to have no ability to discern the difference – why?!

                And, they have voracious cravings that are never satisfied.  They go from one noxious venom to the next!  But, there is no appreciation for the holy.  There is no appetite for the sacred.  They are glutted on the mundane and profane.

                Maybe there’s hope for the little ones?  There is so much promise and potential!  But, they are ruining them.  Maybe they cannot help but distort them into their twisted psyches with dark hearts and empty souls?  I hurt for the little ones!

                He said that they were made “a little lower” than us?  They are so far beneath us!  There was a time, but no longer, when they thrilled us with their aspirations.  No longer.  We watch them.  We guard them.  We fight back the dark rebels.  (sigh)  They have no idea!  God, have mercy on them, please!

                I have to get my head back on straight!  I must go back to the throne room.  I can hear them singing!  My brothers uncontrollably chanting, “hallelujah, hallelujah…”  “holy, holy, holy…”

SOUNDS IN THE SHADOWS

SOUNDS IN THE SHADOWS

Walking down the path, but pausing to inspect a distracting noise coming from somewhere in the darkness, some distance to the side, I heard a low, guttural growl.  But, somehow it also sounded softly feminine and alluring.

                In that moment, when I should have run, I hesitated, hearing, it seemed, my name called.  I spun around to locate the voice.  But, at the same time, my back stung from the razor cuts across my shoulder.  It was on me, snapping and snarling!   In confusion, I turned to see a beautiful smile; and, I impulsively kissed her, only to have my face gnawed off!  Nearly blind, I stumbled, with help from somewhere, back onto the path.  The fiend retreated into the darkness, snarling and pacing menacingly.

                I rolled over, startled awake, in a cold sweat.  Nightmare?  Insight?  Vision?  Warning?  I sometimes hear the howls, eerie and disconcerting, when the night train passes behind my place, its whistle awakening the pack.  But, I believe the other fiends are MORE real.  And, they are not warm-blooded.  I sometimes feel their cold breath.  And it is foul.

                The sounds in the shadows make me edgy.  But, who pulled me back onto the path?!  That question keeps me going.