I stood suspended thirty feet above sea level with hands akimbo. I stared in delight and watched with pleasure at the creatures of the sea, Seals playing with their kind, and then chasing after penguins.
And then I saw him and my heart lurched with fear and admiration! It was the angel by the sea-shore, my sister would not believe me when I tell her the angel really exists.
I was mesmerised by his beauty. The massive wings and the muscular arms enthrall me and I dived towards him, intent on touching those wings to be sure he was real.
My feet touched the soft sand and I stood still, silently, waiting for his reaction. His massive wings opened up in glorious splendour, the sinews within his wings and veins rippled with power and I gushed out in delight, such was his beauty.
I heaved my arms and floated above him and slowly drifted forward, not feeling safe standing solitary behind him. I gazed at the top of his head as his golden hair danced to the wind and every sound ceased.
”Who are you?” I summoned the courage to ask, a safe distance away from him but the angel said nothing and then I flew close to him, my eyes boring into his and I seemed to be staring at the depth of mystery.
His eyes glowed like a lone fire in the snow, they looked like two white doves. When he raised his enormous arms, the waves of the sea took notice. His finely sculptured face was like a fine work of art. His beautifully shaped mouth was slightly opened and when he spoke, his voice sounded like thunder.
”Time be still,”
And I moved back, I hated to admit it but I was scared, and I shouldn’t be because I ruled the sea. I watched his upturned arms which were like two pillars of the earth but suddenly, the mystery deepened.
The open sea roared like a woman in labour, his arms were sending out strange signals and I watched open-mouthed as the sea was rolled like a carpet, the depths of the deep was revealed in one clean swoop and I didn’t find it funny. My stomach knotted in fear as the sea creatures groaned in despair at the intrusion.
”Stop this at once,” I said firmly.
And he looked at me as a father would look at an errant child.
”My name is judgement but they also call me peace. I judge to give peace.”
”Just put down your hands,” I begged and the angel did as he was told, his eyes never leaving mine for a second but I took flight watching from a safe distance, waiting to see what he would do.
The Islanders must know about his presence at once.
I love writing supernatural thrillers, most of my works tend to delve deep into the mysterious worlds of angels and I would definitely let you in on a secret soon. Thanks for reading my story friends!