Enough

"What is it you're looking for, Little Girl?"
"What everyone looks for."
"What is that?"
"No one knows, Uriel. At least until they've lost it."
"Must you lose it?"
"Yes. Nothing is missed enough until you've had and lost. Too much is taken for granted.

* * *

A soul. For a soul to be nothing but light. For a soul to be nothing but a ray of light, forever eternal until absorbed by a body--and then, still extant. I pity the soul embodied as nothing but light, for embodiment is nothing at all when cast as nothing but soul.

I understand the angel now. A soul of nothing but light -- not to be seen unless enmeshed with all others in a being that doesn't quite resemble a star. But I hear him, and I see what he would be. I feel him, although his only feling is emotion -- I feel him.

Micha'el is here, watching me from the shadows. He understands human ailment. He can't feel life giving out. He understands emotion, though, but I don't understand his. part of me says he's wiser than Uriel. Part of me loves him more.

But of all celestial beings, it is a human who holds a place higher than them all. Angels don't have wings. I saw him again today, but I didn't approach more than I needed. Uriel says it's him. I still don't believe him entirely. But I am drawn to him anyway. Maybe I will go. Maybe I will calsp a human angel who's never known a thing of airborne wings.