Broken Fairy Wings
There once was a fairy who was fragile and delicate with a beauty beyond words but few were gentle enough to hold or caress her. She was trusting and graced those unworthy souls with the magic of her presence. Something was felt as her wings brushed gently by their shoulders but they were oblivious to where the sweet sensation came from. They longed for her presence but once adorned by it they quickly abused it and were far too harsh for her gentle whispering wings. Try as she might she could not change their souls and yet as if sent on an angelic mission she did not, could not easily flutter by and leave their sickening stench behind. Instead she was once again caught up in another of their moments of demonic fury and suddenly amidst the drama, taken quite by surprise found herself sadly hurled to the floor in a near fatal state with her wings no longer attached and affixed on her back. They were fearfully laying in horrid disarray beside her. In her desire to bless she was destroyed. What was the point of the mission. What was accomplished? Will she ever know? She groans in despair. Is their any hope left? Will her creator be able to reattach her wings and make her whole again or is she doomed to failure?
TO BE CONTINUED:
Lately I have been comforted by the phrase.."Hope does not disappoint"... trials should not make hope less, trials should give us cause to hope fully, they should, but I think maybe that is the secret of faith.... "faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen."
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