Without Angels

Without Angels

seeking dauntless destiny

is a horse, trotting at a pace a bit faster than me,

not slowly, slightly uphill,

i am able to keep up

the only landmark is the vastness of the diffused light in the

sky

wide path, wide sky: destination known only to God,

i know the horse, my angels told me about their noble nature,

they can be trusted,

 it is going where i want to go,

along comes vengeance and he is walking faster than us, he walks fast enough

to catch up quickly,

striding,

he thinks he is going where we are going but he doesn’t know

about the nobility, no angel guides him,

he wants something.

he kicks

out at the horse,

hard,

hard enough to make it’s saddle fall off and stumble,

tiny almost imperceptible stumble

but does not miss a step,

the forward motion is a force greater than the kick,

noble nature has outweighed vengeance,

I said “It’s just a horse!” knowing it is not,

they are the only words spoken

the saddle falls on the trail and is left

it is of no consequence,

it was left over from another time

a fabrication of the man’s imagination,

this was not a saddle-horse

how could he have known

without angels?