The passion
Of the angel
Part of series “The shade of the light”
Suren Fant
The first rays of the sun were waited by the creature, came out from the hiding place behind the rock. They illuminated the glade spreading before the creature. It looked like miracle for everyone who could see that, was filled by green grass and life. He had never seen such miracle during his existence and his expectations wasn’t in vain. Those expectances seemed had been endless. The first feeling was noticed in the deep of his emotionless eyes and it started to knock him from inside. It was unknown feeling, because it was felt by that creature first time.
His eyes rose from the glade and met simple and clear blue sky where the Creator had created this unreal image from. Nobody could be an author of that beauty and imagined the miracle like that. He rose. He was whole bewitched and was like a stone of a piece of rock which he stood on. He tried to understand, how could the Creator created all of those, because had no any idea what was before him.
At last He gathered, stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch the glade. He couldn’t believe that it wasn’t a picture, it was real, it was what he must do everything for so as not to lose it. The sun was never as bright as it was at that time and could blacken the light which was coming from that creature. He looked at his hands, at body and couldn’t believe that his light was powerless opposite yellow circle in the sky. But He didn’t struggle with the sun at that time, He rushed immediately, run up to the glade desired to touch everything. The wind that was blowing to His face, filled him with life, but he didn’t understand that while.
He just threw himself on the grass, caught and cut it off, brought it closer to his face and started to examine the green unknown things. He felt the fresh grass smell for the first time which got made him mad. That small plant was just an ideally creation and He could think about nothing else, it was carried off all his thoughts. The glade was the best thing at that time.
-What are you doing? - He listened voice from behind, but didn’t turn back and even try to answer, continued staying on the wet grass, - Were you waiting for the sunrise tonight?
He heard the two questions very well, but coming creature couldn’t attract his attention. The guest had to wait for several seconds in a silence, the silence that wasn’t like the previous, it was rich with voice of grass which was coming with the wind.
-Yes, - He answered at least, - it wasn’t in vain.
The creature, standing behind him, scanned around, it seemed he wanted to realize what the other had waited for, because he couldn’t see the beauty around him like the other creature.
-Do you think so? - guest asked, - there is nothing waiting for.
-Because you don’t understand the real value of His creation, - He said standing up and turning to the interlocutor, - why do you come here? Do you want to look at this miracle?
-No, - said another rudely, - I come to you. He is calling you.
-All right, - He said falling his head and becoming sad, because the end of pleasant moments was coming and glanced over suddenly.
Another one didn’t wait for him, turned and left disappearing in the rays of sun, leaving him alone again with his admiration.
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His eyes accepted to the environment very soon, but He was continuing to find the secret of creation, wanted to be like Creator, to show his possibilities. He was continuing to wander about the forest, to examine plants and animals, trying to understand the inaccessible miracle. It was a purpose which became his own identity he forgot everything and everybody except a man who was leaving in the embrace of this miracle.
-Are you sitting near the waterfall again? – He asked inhabitant who was sitting with sadly air. Man glanced at him.
-Yes, - answered man.
-And you are sad again, - He said with confidence and went on, - do this miracle around us not enough for you? What more else does man want?
-I don’t know, - answered man and sighed, - maybe I am unnecessary under the sun rays.