Mortal Love

By Benjamn Weigold

There once was an angel in Heaven. As all angels go, this angel was pure in spirit, knowledge, and beauty beyond all measures--even among the angels themselves. But this angel was troubled.
Looking down from its magnificent view, this angel saw the Earth. This angel felt something pound inside its pure being as it watched the inhabitants of this world, human kind.
The angel went to God and asked, "What am I feeling?"
God looked on the angel with compassion beyond this world, but did not answer. Instead, He pointed to the Gates of Heaven and made them open, beckoning for the angel to go.
The angel was confused, but did not deny the Almighty. Looking on at its fellow angels, the angel waved goodbye and passed through the gates.
Likewise, there was a demon from the depth bellow. This demon was powerful beyond hellish measure, second to only Satan himself. Even so, this demon was greatly troubled.
Above, in the world of the weak, the demon saw something that it did not understand--yet something pounded in its wicked spirit. Its eyes flashed.
The demon went to Satan and asked, "What am I feeling?"
Satan looked on with a face of contempt at the demon, but did not answer. Instead, Satan blew fire from his nostrils and spread his mighty black wings, pointing above.
The demon understood, and quickly set forth to obey its master, taking no heed of onlooker's stares. The demon ascended into the world above.
The angel descended to earth and took human form. The angel was not given a choice and so it became she. A woman of stunning beauty and intelligence. She looked up into heaven above and knew that she was being told her answer.
The woman looked on into the world with mortal eyes and saw all of its imperfections and beauty. She set forth to make a name for herself.
On the opposite side of the world, the demon ascended onto earth's surface taking a human form. He did not have a choice in the matter and it became a he. A man of amazing cunning and wit, but subtle in appearance, which is nature to all demons. He looked down to the pits of the earth and knew that he was being told his answer.
The man looked onto the world with mortal eyes and saw all of its pain and glory. He set forth to make a name for himself.
Ten years pass. The woman was struggling like every other mortal, trying to survive in a world where life is so fragile. But God was with her. She became a successful doctor in a place that knew no peace. She was admired by many, the cause being her amazing talents; but none envied her. She was a good woman.
She healed as many as she could with her God-given gifts. She took no extra money for herself other than to survive, giving the rest to the needy. But she still had troubles.
After several months of petitioning, she was finally able to schedule a meeting with an owner of a large corporation. This owner had the means to provide her and her staff with a desperately needed hospital. This owner was a very meticulous man and did not make profit waste. Yet, God was with the woman and the man eventually agreed not to see her, but to build the hospital.
Two days later the hospital was under fast construction, just in time for an oncoming disaster. She thanked God for His intercession, but He had withdrawn Himself from her. She was alone. She knew it must be a test. Yet she was still troubled.
Likewise, the man had become a very successful businessman. Those who worked with him adored him. He was powerful, he was feared. No one tried to usurp him; all followed his orders precisely. He was the definition of charisma. He was a cunning man.
He took his power and built an empire, giving only to those who submitted to his control. He was in no way a good man, he took more than he could ever use. Yet he was still troubled.
Many came to him for a good cause. For one single moment his mortal heart faltered, compassion filled his eyes. But Satan was with him and soon he decided to go against his good-intention promises. But war distracted him. This war excited him so much that he forgot about anything and everything. He thanked Satan for his intercessions, but for some reason Satan ignored him. He accepted this and focused onto the war.
Even so, the war could not distract him from his internal troubles.
One day among the hustle of multiple emergencies, the woman finally became overwhelmed. She extracted herself from all of her patients and her staff and went to a secluded spot on the roof of the hospital.
God had abandoned her, it seemed, and she could not handle the stress of the mortal life anymore. She sat on the roof with her face buried in her hands, crying with deep sadness.
She looked up into the sky and screamed, "What am I supposed to know? How am I supposed to know?" The screams echoed off the surrounding buildings, and soon were overcome by more sobs.
Without warning, a flash blinded the blue sky. Concussions soon followed. The roar of an explosion erupted the cityscape into a giant plume of smoke.
The woman uncovered her eyes and saw the carnage. Her angel driven beginnings took control and she rushed from the rooftop to go to the smoldering remains. Inside her being, she felt the throb grow stronger.
The man was in despair. He felt no direction anymore. He was surrounded by multitudes of human pain. He saw the missing limbs of children, the rows upon rows of dead bodies. He was responsible. They had the means for this destruction because of him.
The armored vehicle carrying him and his associates quickly became a prison. He shouted at the driver, the driver looked back in confusion and stopped. The man got out and inhaled deep breaths, smelling the salty air. Hands on his knees, the man coughed. He wretched like he never did before.
He was angry. His master had abandoned him. He twirled around and saw the mourning faces surrounding him. All of them staring. All of them mocking him. He ran away from that sight as fast as he could. Not heeding the wreckage of concrete and destruction tearing at his expensive suit.
He found a grassy hill separating two city blocks. He fell down to the ground, hands and knees. He yelled in anger, "What am I supposed to know? How am I supposed to know?" His cries went unheard. In a fury, he punched and kicked the ground. Collapsing finally onto his back, he looked up into the blue sky and closed his eyes.
An explosion tore through the skies. His frail body was flung next to a building. He watched with a mortal confusion, as the walls seemed to cover him up like a blanket. He blinked a few times and then slowly slipped into a black nothing. His being began to throb more so than it ever had.
She saw the man's legs trapped under a concrete slab. His body was hidden from view. Across the street she heard cries of pain, of life. Here she heard nothing, but she felt something.
The man woke up in a gray haze, dust particles floated in and out of the sunlight. He could not feel his body. He breathed slowly and looked around. He felt something inside his being beat faster. It felt like his heart was going into his throat. He did not panic. This was it.
As the woman stepped closer, she felt the throbbing inside grow stronger. Her eyes started to water. Her hands started to shake. This was His answer. She called in a soft voice, "Hello?"
The man's eyes widened. He heard a voice. A voice so pure, it was like listening to a gentle rain. A voice so powerful, it was like listening to a waterfall. He started to tremble, he started to cry. He answered, "I am here."
The woman heard the reply. Her body responded with an ache, an ache that pierced the center of her being. She heard that voice, the voice of need. She ran to the man, looking for a place to peer through the concrete slabs.
The man heard the rushing of soft footsteps. With every step, he became weakened and strengthened at the same time. He looked up into the sunlight passing down to him and waited.
Their eyes met. They finally found their answer.
A forsaken man finds a graced woman. A graced woman finds a forsaken man. This is the story of mortal love.