I invited an angel to sit with me.

She said she could not drink of

the fruit of the vine, but water

was good for both of us.

I tried to find the words to tell,

that would make it all clear to

her and to me, of all I feared

and all I almost dared hope.

Cold water from a deep well.

May her and I never thirst now.

The day was dawning in Gehenna,

and was it at all real, this Light?

She touched her hand to mine,

light and love and softest warmth.

The sun was so golden and full

and my eyes hurt to see it.

Hurt to see what was coming,

what could be, and what I was

before it. The angel drank her

water, and we sat in silence.

Sorrowful, bright light shining on us.

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