Ripples of Thought

As I sat there on the seaport, nothing in mind, just waiting for this dead of time to pass, I looked up into the blue sky. As I looked past the thin, cirrus clouds, far, far above the Earth, I saw an angel.
At first glance, I thought her to be an airplane of some sort, but, upon watching and studying her, I realized that she was, in fact, not. I watched her descend from up above as gracefully as any angel possibly could. Slowly but smoothly, at the same time, smoothly but quickly.
I watched as the trail of stardust above and behind her followed. I looked into her beautiful eyes whenever they were close enough to see. The beautiful blue that they were mesmerized and captivated me in a way that I cannot even begin to describe.
Her beautiful golden-blonde hair was just that, accented by a white, auric halo of light. Her luminous white wings tilted forward as she fluidly glided to the ground.
She wore all white clothing. Not a robe, not a dress, but some kind of heavenly cloth fashioned into form-fitting pants and a long-sleeve shirt. Her white sandals were accented by her silver toenails, her hands the same.
She touched down on the pier about ten feet in front of me as a feather lands on a pond, lightly and perfectly.
Magnificence! I thought as her wings closed and disappeared behind her. She smiled at me, and I, at her, as she moved toward me.
I was beginning to feel tired when she finally came upon me. She knelt down in front of me, facing my direction, and she placed her smooth, perfect hands on my freshly cut, bleeding wrists.
"Why? Why have you done this to yourself, to your personal, bodily temple?" she said to me through thought, still smiling at me.
My reply was absent as I felt the pain fade away, and I thought to myself, I guess that it's time.
"Not right now." she replied, physically, to me. She smiled and leaned forward. She kissed me once, then, she leaned back and stood up, my wrists still in her hands. "You are too important here, for right now."
She let go of my wrists. I gazed at them in amazement, realizing that this heavenly entity had healed my mortal wounds. Then, I looked back up at her.
She smiled as she stepped back. A moment later, her beautiful, perfect, white, feathery wings were spreading out behind her.
"Goodbye." she said, and she began to ascend back to wherever it was that she had come.
I watched her until she was but a white pinpoint up so high in the sky….

…. I came out of my daydream. I was still sitting down and looking up at the sky for a moment, then, I lowered my gaze to the knife blade that I was pressing into my wrist. I pulled the blade away, closed the folding knife, and I stood up. I looked, again, up at the clear, blue sky, and I whispered, "Thank you."
I walked to the edge of the pier and I tossed my knife into the water….

~ by Jonathan Cockrum on Sunday, October 7, 2007.