Poetry By
Nicole Criona
Published on: 10/28/2014
Advice to an Angel about to Fall
Before you leap, she said, "Don't fall here, I am incapable of hoisting you back up. No one is capable. Consider this: Free will is expensive, my Angel of Light. Down here: Decisions are made by the uninformed. Solace lies in avoiding gravestones. Guidance dons a blindfold. Words burn flesh. And you will feel. You will feel all." The Angel retorted: "When this division started, God argued, 'If you never touch darkness, how will you ever know light?'" She said, "But I wonder, you should wonder: If good results come from an evil act, is there no distinction between the two? You ask me to catch you, watch you fall into existence, guide you. I cannot, for we are opaque." The Angel leaned earthward. "If you land here," she said, "Remember this if nothing else: Candy, if it were honest would have a bitter aftertaste."
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