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Angels' Loss

Out of the original chaos storm where even light and dark were not yet split, angels were God’s first sentient life-form to see Creation and make sense of it. These beings that can look into God’s Face, unfettered creatures, noble, true and pure -- an entirely spiritual race -- do share His omnipresence and endure, prevailingly exuberant and glad, so radiant they make mortal eyes sting, imbued with joy, in exultation clad, so full of grace that when they speak, they sing; and yet they lack what God gave to mankind: a sense of humor and creative mind.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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