Angels of the Fallen Church
by Jackson Parrish
Angels of the Fallen Church
In a time when the heavens looked down on the failings of the church, a place that was once filled with sincere prayer, the years went by and showed how the church's goodness was fading away. The church's wealth grew, and as it did, the poor's cries for help were drowned out by the sounds of gold and riches.
The needy suffered in the dark corners of the church's beauty, their pleas for help getting lost in the big, cold halls that had lost the spirit of kindness. Hunger and thirst were constant pains, and sicknesses that could have been healed by the church's wealth were left to cause harm. The church with all its grandeur had lost touch with the holy grace it was supposed to have, its true purpose lost in the chase for more power and wealth.
As night fell and the wrongs of the church cast long shadows the angels in heaven felt a need to act. These keepers of all that is right came down, their wings spreading with the just anger of those forgotten. Their eyes, once full of mercy now burned with a need to set things right.
The ground shook under the church as the angels landed, as if it was asking if the church really deserved to be called holy. The angels didn't need to say anything their presence alone warned of the judgment that was coming. Their armour shone with the pain of those who had been wronged, and their swords sang with righteous anger.
They flew around the church and as their wings moved, the walls that had kept greed and selfishness safe started to crack showing the wickedness inside. The angels sad song for what had been lost filled the high ceilings, mourning what should have been right.
The grand statues fell apart the stained glass windows broke, filling the church with the colours of regret. The gold and silver, symbols of the church's sinful wealth melted away, flowing back to the land to help the empty fields and to give drink to the thirsty.
As the new day began the angels went back to the skies. They left a church that was no longer rich but had found a new sense of humility. The broken pieces weren't just a warning from God but a chance to start again, a place for the church to find its true heart, its care, and its real reason for being, watched over by heaven.
From the ruins people came forward, their eyes full of surprise and their hearts full of hope. They rebuilt not with precious metals, but with care and togetherness. And in the place where greed once lived, they started a new faith, one that grew with the joy of people coming together and sharing what they had.
The angels though seen as a warning, taught a lasting lesson, we shouldn't be scared of punishment from above, but the real sin against heaven is to forget to love and do our duty.
November 19th, 2023
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