ANGEL

EARTH - END OF THE CHAPTER

Please, don´t fantasize and imagine too much, Jon, you´re one old man now, your life hangs by a thread and only Eliza´s young enough to live that, of course the angel told that you will have to do something more by God´s purposes, but what about afterwards? Something would remain to him?

-It’s beautiful- he resumed, - but, and Eliza? When may I see her? - asked him, now excited and nervous.

The angel come closer enough to touch Jon´s hands and when he did it, all the bruises and injuries of Jon´s fall, suddenly vanished, one by one, the old man gaped and felt that his touch was cold, but comfortable to calm him down and heal all his scars, internal and external.

-soon- the angel said with one whisper softer than the first one, when Jon look straightforward at his face, he didn´t see anything, but he instantly felt and knew that the angel was looking deep into his eyes too, he couldn´t help but shudder, his voice and touch was comfortable and friendly but even so, the impact and resolution of the moment was enormous to endure.

-Jon- the angel went on, still holding his hands- this maze was built by the heaven´s builders with one single purpose- he stop again just to stretch and increase the tension- to shelter and welcome the first person that would show and demonstrate his faith and hope at his supreme and magnificent God… that´s why the maze has some nature elements that diverge, contradict and go against everything that the human beings are making right now at Earth.

-but it’s not them to blame, the guilt it’s only of that terrible king, he´s almost enslaving them again, seven thousand human beings, only my daughter and I could escape from that- said Jon automatically speaking louder and verging on despair.

-they lose their faith, Jon, for long years up to now, you were the only living being made by God that showed your faith and steadfast firmness to live on for the natural, human and precious purpose of one dreamer´s life: reach peace.

-What do you mean? - asked Jon, a little less afflicted and a little more confuse- all of them going to die? – Jon was dreading that answer as much as if he were asking if his own daughter was about to die.

The angel didn´t answer, he made another question instead.

-tell me Jon, why do you imagine that instead of only one person, God has chosen two people to come here, to the sacred fortress?

He´s talking about Eliza, thought Jon.

-Exactly, I do- said the angel, quickly and without hesitation.

Jon was surprised, but he answered anyway.

-Eliza has a gentle and lovely heart… - he couldn’t´ think about many things, his mind seemed the very hurricane, always giving turns and rounds, turns and rounds, everything was so heavy upon his fragile and helpless shoulders.

-exactly- said the angel once again- and that´s why she´s here with you, Jon, just like you, she had one gentle and lovely heart, without selfish thoughts, without one proud self, she prayed with all her strength, fiercely and courageously, begged and pleaded heartily almost all the night, till she hasn´t no left tear at her eyes… all that at the same time that you, you were at different and separated rooms at your home, but your hearts was speaking and screaming at unison, at one combined, two pure and chaste hearts just as one and you haven´t no idea how God love that.

Oh good heavens, now he remembered everything!

The moment when he did that prayer from the bottom of his heart, with his knees, bent and his soul, broken, torn and tortured by so many years of power and surrender to the very demon, he didn´t know how it was like to do one prayer, since his birth he never once heard or learned, neither witnessed no one doing that, but when the silence fell upon him as one enraged wave do when you´re into the deep sea, it was miraculous, he was there and simply, words blurt out from his mouth, he was one amateur at this field and he didn´t know how properly to exchange words with God, the formal or informal way, he didn´t! funny, because he was already one old man, generally old men are the wise ones, the ones that transmit acknowledges and precepts to the young ones and he felt as one new born baby… maybe his new born granddaughter will have more wisdom and intelligence than him, so he prayed…