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"Come hither, you that walk along the way; see how the pilgrims fare that go astray! They catched are in an entangled net, 'Cause they good counsel lightly did forget: 'Tis true they rescued were, but yet you see, They're scourged to boot. Let this your caution be." (The Pilgrim's Progress) Tikvah rode on the wings of the wind. She is an Angel of Heaven, dropping lightning out the sky like arrows. Her wings are brighter gold in their bow of darkness and storm. Winkin flew up from the swaying willows into the gale. Four tiny wings beat incestantly; a single drop of rain covering her small naked frame. She held tight to her flute as Tikvah turned to view the elemental. "God is my strength! My shield and my horn of salvation, He lifted me up!" Tikvah issued her challenge. She arched her back to strike the wrath of God upon Winkin. Lightning struck and filled Tikvah with radiance. "God's spear is justice! Shewed from mercy from the land after all things great and small!" Winkin answered, directly in the path of the Herald. Tikvah paused to concider the tiny Feary before her. Winkin played her flute. The Heaven's spun above Angelic wings beating slowly to the rhythm of Winkin's flute. Tikvah sang; "I left the world with the aid of another world; a design was erased, by virtue of a higher design. Henceforth I travel toward Repose, where time rests in Eternity of Time; I go now into silence." The sky filled with light. And the land was greener. Tikvah vanished. Winkin flew back to her nest of twigs and feathers in the knoll under a crooked tree. She had saved the world from justice. "For who can know the councel of God? or who can think what God's will is?"(Wisdom 9:13). =+= |