Breathe. Live. Awaken.

What do you do when justice is no longer done? When the cruel snares of humanity have far more sway over innocent lives than all the principalities put together? –Michael cries for blood

What do you do when the language of love and pain (music) fails to speak? When no melody is deep enough to pull the grief from the depths of your soul? –Lucifer mourns the loss of his voice

What do you do when no medicine is strong enough to cure the disease before you? When the doctors of yore finally meet the border that cannot be crossed? –Raphael screams in the morgue

What do you do when the abundance of the land withers beneath your fingers? When your passion is not enough to provide for the starving? –Baracchiel burns the remnants of the harvest

What do you do when your silver tongue fails to deliver eloquently? When the message that you must deliver sticks in your throat and you choke on the truth? –Gabriel nurses a hidden wound

What do you do when unfettered confidence wavers in the night? When the faith and death-defiance in your healing hands is not enough to close the wounds? –Sariel stares at bloody hands

What do you do when your own strength is not enough to protect those that you love? What do you do when your beloved crumples into the streets of gold, bleeding red? –Ezekiel stifles his cries of grief

What happens when the heavenly host starts to speak in languages that GOD does not know? (Grief, sorrow, pain, loss, shock, fear, love) What happens as the pillars of eons crumble beneath the weight of helplessness?

There is so much that divinity can do. And when it runs out, we are left human and vulnerable and trembling. And GOD does not weep, because They cannot comprehend suffering. They watch in disdain for the weakness of the creation below Them, striking the last virulent match of destruction. The last horn will indeed sound for Armageddon, but it will not be heard on Earth.

do you want to feel Whole again?

to find that which can fill you,

which fulfils you

which consumes you?

your instincts are far greater than you know

follow that which you are pulled to

even just the slightest amount

you are heading in the right direction

listen closely.

i pluck feathers for every new relationship. every friend, every lover, every kindly stranger. they are gifts of love, with a piece of my heart carried within.

god: …what are you eating?

me: [starts chewing faster]

god, rising: NO.