There she(?) was. Hello, she said.
Where am I, I asked. She laughed.
Are you here to show me the way? I asked.
I might be able to help, she replied.
I thought for a moment. Am I to see the um, most High? I asked.
Oh, no one "sees" the most High, she told me.
I mean, I persisted, the Almighty, the One, the Creator.
No one, she said.
What? I exclaimed. No one, she repeated.
But you're an angel, I told Her. Don't you, well, hang out with, er, "Him"?
She gazed kindly at me.
She said, We look, we do not see It. We listen, we do not hear It. She paused.
We turn to It completely, in utter reverence, and It is
always — there.
I don't get it, I said.
You will, she said.
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Angel Stephanie Frey