“I am so glad you were born.”
“I don’t want to be anywhere but under your wings when you get mad.”
Shepherds, go for a walk.
Not you missy. Sit your ass down, we gotta talk.”
The shepherds all scurried off and left the two of them alone. The Angel of the Lord cleared his throat and said,
“Lose the cryptic, I am not in the mood. Comfort and joy sound like safety and exhilaration to me, they cannot co-exist.”
This feels familiar. Crazy deja vu, I have often dreamt of flying and falling.
Despite how thoroughly I was tucked in, I still thought I might die and it was kinda wonderful.
All of it.