| "Do you believe in God?" he asked, his voice shaking. "That depends," she said, looking in his eyes. "What do you mean by God?" "God," he said, slightly confused. "That's what I mean-God." "But what do you mean?" she insisted. "Do you mean a physical person set on this earth to bring justice? Or do you mean someone who sits in heaven, screws with our minds and controls our fates, as if we were puppets? Or do you mean that there is something out there that listens to us, to our hopes, dreams and desires, even when we are completely alone?" "Ummm...." he thought about it. "All of those in one." "No I don't then," she said. "I believe only that there is someone who can always hear you, even when you are curled up in a corner, alone, and wishing you weren't there." The hand pointed at her wavered. It was as if he wasn't sure that that was what he wanted to hear. "Do you pray?" he demanded. "Depends on whether or not I need to," she said. "If I had a bad day or really need something, sometimes I do. I just don't want to believe I am alone I guess. But I don't want to believe I don't have control over my life either." His hand lowered slightly. "Are you alone?" he asked. "Nah," she said. "Didn't want to be, so I let him come if I need him." "But now he sounds physical!" the boy practically shouted. "You said......" "No," she said. "I didn't say that. Him coming just means that I feel like I am not alone, not anymore. No one is in the room but me and yet it feels like it is full of laughing people." He stared at her. "That's crazy." "Maybe," she said. "Maybe. But it keeps me from doing what you are doing now." He paused. "I don't know what I am doing. I just needed to talk to someone but it was like no one would listen." "That's why I believe in talking if I need to," she said. "Even if it seems like no one is listening. Because once I am done, it's like it didn't fall on deaf ears, even if I said it to the wall. So I figure, that's when God shows up." He fell to his knees, dropping the gun he had had pointed at her. "Thank you," was all he said. "For what?" she asked. "For stopping me from doing something very stupid." "No problem." ***************** When the boy looked up, he saw her walking away calmly. The sun was shining brightly that day and he could almost swear he saw wings coming from her back. |
| God and his Angel |
| OK Kay. I was done when I asked you :P But here it is AND yea... there isn't anything for that and.... Copyrighted 2004 by Faith Andrews (KMS) |
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