Day 41. February 27, 2012 The Teathered Angel

As I metaphorically trot along the ground, trying to track the trajectory of Liz's free flight, trying to guess what will happen next (she's almost done with the praying . . . then on to the loving!) A question came to me:  "How do we track the flights of angels?"  We can't, I guess.  So we hold their wings.  We tether them.

The following poem about my fiancee came out of me:

 The Tethered Angel

The tethered Angel is angry at her bonds, shrouded, hooded,
Crowded by the mass of conflicting, angry voices.
She is a red Angel with bound wings, not knowing her captors have let go.
They got lazy, long, long ago.
Like her brethren, the wild stallion, tied to a post,
The mighty pachyderm, chained to a stick,
So is the bonded Red Dragon, the Angel of Fire,
The beautiful, wondrous Comet,
Contained by the mechanics of man.

She has lost sight of the stars. 
They are but strangers in the sky.
Her heart aches, like a tamed red Wolf,
Who howls through the latched gate at the running of the pack,
Called by the wild.
She is the red Bird who cries at the free flight of the flock of the Phoenix.
Yet, her cry can’t be heard.
So, send a butcher of bonds for her cry butchers my heart.
For, we kick and scream and cry in this cage, this pen of demons,
This place where she will surely die.

So, I petition You, O God, on humble, rough and broken knees!
Reach through time and space, straight to her heart and ignite it!
Infuse her with belief, O God, then fuel it.
Jet full her heart, fill it full with hope.

Smash the mechanics of man, O God!
Let loose her lowly bonds.
Let slip the sorry tether.
Burn the cage down, O God,
So she can fly free!
O God!  Let her light the sky like a bright, red Sun.
Let Mercury bow, Apollo blush, Athena cheer and Zeus wonder.
Let us, the humble and the lowly, take a step into her light,
And, catch a falling spark.
Let that spark burn through our maddened breast plates of bondage.
Let loose our hearts so that we, too, can be free!
Let her light us on fire!
Let the boom be heard for miles and for centuries!
Let the sonic wash spread like a wild fire,
So gods and mankind will be forever changed!
Let her be free, O God, that men may know a new history;
That women and children may laugh and dance in the streets, joyfully free.

Be not afraid, O World, of your skies on fire!
Be not afraid, O World, of the wonder and the joy,
And the rebirth of the Dragon Lady, the Phoenix of our time!
Be not afraid O Queen of fire, you Boudicca reincarnate,
For the age of miracles is upon us.
And, I will be your Iron Knight, you courageous soul.
I’ll hold you close and I’ll not burn.
But, by your side and in your ranks, will I, steadfast, fight for you.

This, then, lead to an idea for a story.  Let's see what happens.