Two angles sat in the clouds. The wind touched their wings, but they paid no attention to it - just examined the sorrowful and indifferent night sky, trying to forget about their irresistible loneliness. They were doomed to be in here since the world had come into being.
-How strange and unjust – the younger Angel broke the silence at last. - We can see people, but they cannot see us, or even don’t want to. Rushing through the streets, they forget to admire the sky. But one day, I am sure, it will take offence and won’t change night into day on purpose!
The other Angel was much wiser, than his brother. He asked:
-How do you think, where are we now?
-What a silly question! Of course we are here, in the sky! As usually, you know. Nothing has changed at all! People are now drinking beer in the cafes or watching football matches at home and we sit here, doing noth…
-Stop grumbling, little silly. You don’t know the most important thing! I will tell you the story. My father used to tell it to me, when I was ill or something.
“Warm night. People had already gone away to a mysterious palace of dreams. When the last family left, the stars, dressed in glittering shawls, began to dance in the sky. Some kind of party with sweet cocktails, doughnuts, popcorn, cookies, potato chips… (Angel laughed in sleeve). What they didn’t notice was the girl in the little corner of this “bottomless” planet, singing faintly with her eyes looking at the purple flame of the candle, which resembled the one in her heart.
“I'm not myself when HE is around
I'm not myself standing in a crowd
I'm not myself and I don't know how
I'm not myself, myself right now…
Jesus Christ will you look at me
Don't know who I'm supposed to be
Don't really know if I should give a damn
When HE is around, I don't know who I am."
At the moment an Angel heard her song, because it was the song of her heart. Leaving the dancing stars alone, he went down the sky steps and asked her: “What are you dreaming of? And the girl, opening her eyes wide and clasping her hands to bosom, whispered: “If I only could make HIM happy!”
Almost at once she felt the tender waves caress her body. It was the ocean of love. The loved hands embraced her, the loved lips kissed her body, the loved eyes looked at her.
From now on and forever love follows her everywhere. It lives in every glance, every gesture, every word, every sound. It is unbounded and immortal. It creates the world only for two hearts, which cannot imagine this life without each other, which don’t enjoy the Sun, if they are not together. These hearts will always love each other, they will dream and their dreams will come true. Why? Because Angels are never mistaken, they give love only to those, who are close spiritually, who will always protect each other and who will LOVE…”
When the wise Angel finished the story, the other one was silent for a moment or two. Then, as if the strong gust of wind rocked their sky cradle, he exclaimed:
- Lovely story! But I haven’t disclosed the most important thing, you mentioned.
- We are not in the sky now! We live in people’s hearts! No matter, if they see our shadows or not and no matter if they lock their hearts or remain just open. It really makes no importance…