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478 · Nov 2015
Clouds of The Angel
Faris Fakhreldin Nov 2015
Tick, tock.
  Tick            ,              tock.
I heard the inner clock
  of the world slowing down
  and I waited like a rock,
  holding my holy ground.

A life time had passed
and the million stars had died
in the horizon; inevitably
their light will fade,
but I, I would still wait.

Finally, beyond the end of the world,
across the oceans, she came
and, for her, every wave stood still, bowing,
unbroken like frozen flames.
Glory upon glory, even the roaring thunder was
shouting her name,
fire of red and blue, and lightning the view on
that timeless frame!

I stood amazed, marveled,
and at awe, watching the
landscape burning with
infinite lights of glory,
as if the whole universe is
  trying to tell me her story.

And there she stood,
in her divine form.
All around me,
the air grew colder,
and yet, I felt warm.
For her eyes were
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as a phoenix’s fire.
She raised the hearts
of men; taking them higher.

Suddenly,
I knelt before her
unmoved like a stone.
I was driven by a will,
but it wasn’t my own.

She came closer, and closer
still, till I noticed the strangest
shadow she had, it
was shaped in white.
She was warm, even warmer
was her touch,
my eyes closed tight.
She was bright, even brighter
than before, as
white flashes of light,
but when I opened my eyes,
and looked all around
she was out of sight!
These days,  

I
f  e  e  l
h      e      r
e  x  i  s  t  e  n  c  e,
e  v  e  r  y  w  h  e  r  e,
I see pieces of her presence,
scattered in the earths and heavens,  
roots and summits, fountains and
mountains.

My whole perception of heaven and hell has been altered.
For in that eternal moment, I could feel the fire in her eyes, so warm, so kind, and so
sweet.
I could tell there is no hell underground, only heaven beneath her
feet.

Her graceful spirit resembles the wings of a dove,
that’s why I colored her face on white clouds of love.
She’s the ultimate manifestation of an
angel
sent from
  above.  

Look,
her graceful spirit is like no other.
She's an angel that I call my mother.

— The End —