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VOW
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BEFORE CREATION
The huge feathered wing, the sixth and final one, sprang forward with a ferocious speed nearly knocking the nearby angel into a different dimension. The new creature tried covering his mouth with the new wing, but instead managed to hit his forehead and cover one of his bulging eyes. The creature was attempting to keep the strange air and movement in his mouth from erupting. “Holy!” he cried. “Holy, Holy, Holy,” the noise just kept spewing. Peeking out between the still ruffled feathers he spied a rather dignified angel and hid behind her skirts. He looked out on the Holy One, the Ever/Three Times Above, Beneath, Beyond, Close by, Eternal One. Still the new created creature kept repeating, “Holy,” over and over, but quieter until he learned to whisper. The dignified angel leaned down, patting him on the head, and whispered back, “Be still.” “The Holy One is in council.” The entire eternal realm was in suspense, waiting for the Holy One to finish plans for a new dimension. Gabriel, breaking the silence, spoke to the other creatures near him, “Whatever suns and planets, rivers and fish, gardens and moles are, I would certainly like to know?” That was when the new creature with the six wings found his new ears working extremely well. He heard tiny sounds that ran together until they became a thunderous echoing whisper. “Milky Way, flower-buds, morels, nettles, dragonflies, blackberries, islands,” the words went on and on swimming in and out of everything, but coming from the Holy One, the Ever/Three Times Above, Beneath, Beyond, Close by, Eternal One. Several small angels went running through the crowd of older angels. They were laughing, chasing the words and singing them back and forth to each other. But, suddenly a new word came clear and strong and without any other word twinned with it. “Humanity!” Then silence. Awe. The Holy one was silent, the creatures, winged and un-winged were silent. The dimensions of eternity quivered with silence. The dignified angel glanced at Gabriel’s face. “Something dark yet hidden is sliding across your form,” she said softly. “How un-warm it is,” many of the creatures murmured. The new angel hid all of his eyes with all of his wings. The small angels sat down. “There is water on my face, I think it has come from my eyes,” one of the small angels whispered to her companion. All eyes turned to the Holy One the source of all-good. The Holy One trembled in strength and seemed to possess a silence so deep it required a new name. The angels pronounced it grief. Out of the deep silence, new words, a new song, circled the eternal dimension. “Slain, before the foundations, slain before the foundations,” the words rose and moved outward as if alive. The creatures, the angels, did not understand. They longed to know the meaning of the words. When all the plans were laid, the blueprint perfect, they all stood
at the tip of the eternal dimension. The Holy One, the Ever/Three Times
Above, Beneath, Beyond, Close by, Eternal One, spoke. A great explosion
occurred. The Word spewed forth time and space and worlds and butterflies.
Finally the new angel, the Seraphim, got it right. He covered his face
with two of his wings and covered his feet with two of his wings, and flew
using his final two wings. He landed on the shoulders of the dignified
angel and shouted out, “Holy, Holy, Holy.” “Please,” she said, “My ears
are still ringing from the explosion.” “Go and stand by the Holy One,”
she wisely admonished him. “For that is your place.” She pushed him gently
toward the altar of embers burning beside the Holy One. As her hand
felt the heat of the embers she had a sudden impulse to pick up one and
toss it out into time onto the tiny new blue orb floating in the new dimension.
“Wait!” said the Holy One, “without a mixture of merciful prayers, that
would destroy that orb.”
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