06/23/2019
An Angel's Eternal Glance
For so long, Iโve lived in an endless hope of finding tranquility, or maybe a metaphor to it, perhaps a beautifully colored and scented flower, a rebellious yet meek ocean current, or even, someoneโs cherubic eyes.
There came a time in my life where I was able to have a slight glance at that feeling โ through a beautiful soul โ but, as defined in English, glances are only instantaneous, and they fade away after no time!
Despite this truth, I was able to live through this glance for as long as I can remember, like light, the only particle that lives through a second of its time for thousands of seconds of our time, like they say. The glance was so enough for me that it made me live with light, and travel at its speed, to a land full of wonders and dreams, and wishes waiting and begging to turn into realities.
Actually, that glance is all I remember from my life; maybe I lost my memory, or maybe, I have only lived a glance long, or I have existed not before that moment.
Ohhh, how unexplainable those eyes were! Which, in a vague way, pretended not to be eyes, which, at that moment, strived to find any other function for themselves other than seeing, and which hold a PhD degree solely at giving glances, deep ones.
I appreciated those eyes however: Even though they were in a state of awkwardness, they were righteous; the soul that carried them in its physical matter was an angel, a beautifulุ piety gifted angel, an angel that was only devoted to Godโs service and opted to His satisfaction. I thank that angel who made me live like sunray in its infentesimally lasting glance, a glance of a whole lifetimeโฆ ๐
โก To an angel Iโve met once and forever in my imaginative reality.