Children of the Son

"People of the earth can you hear me?"
Came a voice from the sky on that magical night.
And in the colors of a thousand sunsets
They traveled to the world on a silvery light

The people of the earth stood waiting
Watching as the ships came one by one.
Setting fire to the sky as they landed
Carrying to the world children of the sun.

"Then the Lord said, "The outcry against Sodom and Gomorrah is so great and their sin so grievous that I will go down and see if what they have done is as bad as the outcry that has reached me. If not, I will know."
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As the angels descended from the heavens, the dawn of a new consciousness broke. Fears of a thousand lifetimes invaded the hearts and minds and souls of all who bore witness. The terror of truth came closer with every step. A blinding light searched like a frantic spotlight through their being. All who saw knew - and many eyes were lowered.

Knowing the souls of their watchers - and knowing their essence was transmitted to all living things- the angels spoke.

"We have come to ask why."

Many tried to answer but none could speak. Resolve turned to doubt. From certainty came confusion. Anger a hopeless illusion. The question rippled through them like a wave, washing anew forgotten dreams. Hidden hopes dared to crawl into the open. Who could have ever thought life a bad thing?

But many still struggled as the angels spoke once more.

"Bring us paper called money. All that you have."

Those still confused silently rejoiced. Goddamit! I knew God was a Republican! But even they complied as the basket was passed around and brought to the feet of the angels. Then the angel lifted the basket high above her head as a sudden wind blew all the paper away.

"Never again let this decide who among you shall eat."

No one moved. No one wanted to. They were free. An unbearable yoke was broken. Sad eyes gained new life; bent backs grew straight. Could this be real?

"Bring us a killing device."

A gun was brought and the angel ordered herself shot. But the shot could not hurt her - just as no weapon could.

"Nothing of this world can ultimately deliver you."

Helpless eyes grasped for anchors they could not find. What was there to hold on to? Had they journeyed down the wrong path after all? Was love truly the only answer?

Then the angels raised a shimmering mirror - and the worst fears were confirmed. For even though a thousand faces stared into the mirror, only one looked back - and it was their own.

"You cannot hurt another without hurting oneself. You cannot heal another without healing oneself."

Now came the time of dreams and deaths - each to his choosing. For some saw this as the End and some saw this as the Beginning. But each knew why this moment had come. They had cried out for it.