There is a belief that Angels are pure And Demons are evil. Why is there the belief Angels are pure? Why is there the belief Demons are evil?
The gruesome, dreaded, and terrifying Angel of Death Is just the kindest and most merciful of demons. The hated, haunting, and sinful Demon Lord of Hell Was once ethereal and a beloved Angel.
One does the job appointed to it - but this brings hatred, fear. The other only being what it was created to be, but this is NOT in the best interest of humans.
What distinguishes the Angels from the Demons? One is Pure and one is Sin? Would that mean God creates purity within sin and sin within purity? Or is that we? Is that human?
Do we interpret such beings as we humans would interpret a myth? Or do we cling to such things as truth for fear that we are inadequate because we choose to be rather than because we were created that way?
There are times when the only company are Demons. There are others where Angels are the reason we are alone. They are not always doting. They are not always viscous. We are simply insignificant.
fighting my demons rewriting the script, changing the meaning from a sad sad story to one filled with glory but it's hard when every day a new thing screams my name screaming for me to do this and that I am put into these positions with conditions that taint a good time, taint a pure mind told I could find myself in the good guys but they lied, they always do Since Adam and Eve, I should have known humanity is plagued with apathy down to the bone Rather steal and stack then give a meal, clothes to an exposed back walking down an abandoned path
We found love crumbling from our hands as Our eyes glisten from the tears that have fallen to the floor yelling don’t let me fall, don’t let me go. We found love in the rain sitting by the window whispering build me up, and hold me close. We found love sitting on the stoop laughing at the birds flying and the kids playing… We saw love planting seeds for the trees and whispering a prayer for protection We heard love We heard love make a promise to self We told love don’t disappoint We asked love to be pure and free Because of those that still believe Because of those that still need love to breathe We thanked love for the reminder We asked love if we could wait a while Loved giggled We asked love for grace Love said it’s time We thanked love Because we are
Here’s the thing about moments; we don’t take the time to appreciate them until they are over -like that brief second when he pushes your hair away from your face mindlessly while lying down -like that small amount of time when you’re laughing so hard you’re crying making fun of one another -like that instant your eyes meet in a crowd full of strangers and you both smile ever so softly -like that fleeting flash where his hand grips your knee without thought in the car on the way to the grocery store -like that short minute where he without a care in the world accidentally tells you that he loves you for the first time and you cannot breathe
Love is a series of moments we seemingly take for granted, if only we knew how special those moments were as we were in them