A Devil's Dalliance

An Devil's Dalliance It was just one of those mornings? Or at least I think it was, that is, if I had created “morning’s” yet. All my little angels trying out their wings (in a strictly non-competitive manner of course). I was slightly distracted by Creation at the time so some of the details are a bit sketchy---the “all knowing” thing a bit exaggerated---however I did suspect some shenanigans within a small group. You know, changing the shape of the clouds, a seemingly innocent diversion had become a bit racy. They were playing with rainbows and dabbling in an evolving plot. Anyway, when “he” showed me his “new” pet – the duckbilled platypus - I had to draw the line. After a thorough scolding I sent him back down to clean up the mess he’d made. A darkness came over him (we call it anger now) his wings darkened, his eyes glared, a putrid wind arose beneath him (the scent of defiant rebellion). I still remember the sting of his scathing good-bye. “I’ll start my own “heaven!”. “I’ll be bigger than you.” “Until an hour before he left I thought him beautiful”* “I still do, for I know the truth of who he is and wait patiently for him to realize it.” 3/4/2016 *Arthur Miller, The Crucible “Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven” submitted to Expand Arthur Miller’s Thought – Poetry Contest sponsor – Julia Ward