A Spiritual Nexus

The angels come and go, sometimes distracted from their missions, they are lost and wandering for decades of our time. Eventually they find themselves: they rejoin an angelic cohort and resume their mission work. But they recall with delight their time of wandering as a time of freedom when the fullness of their being was fully engaged. And their minds were strangely linked to human minds and strange emotions flooded them. I have seen traces left behind by angels rushing across space and time in their seasons of accidental exile. I believe on rare occasions an angel has lingered in my presence and shared his immense awareness with me but only for the briefest moment. I once thought angels and humans lived totally apart. Now I sense those traces of a common space, even though the Universe dwarfs their occurrence. Some argue my patience is wasted energy, that angels loom so large it's like a snail summoning a human being. What matters is the brief moment when a human being occupies the same place and moment with one of the winged wonders, and his being is made radiant in a flash of exchange. He become for a moment an angel and the angel becomes in the same instant a human. The weight of this higher existence overwhelms his human experience: he only exists for a moment in a blazing knowledge of power. But the angel is transformed forever by a depth of feeling, fragile and sincere, and wholly human. And so the nexus happens.