The Archangel's Message

“Look closely,” He said, “Don’t you see? There is a beautiful beginning hiding behind every ending.”

My eyes widened, remembering the phrase etched across the feathered pen and it’s accompanying tattered map. I shook my head in disbelief, “….Finis initium”

A blazing sun began to rise behind the iron gates. The blinding light slowly rolled over the concrete, burying our shadows with its brilliance. The sky behind us faded from deep purple to burnt orange to magnificent blue. The buildings gleamed radiantly, proudly refracting the light onto the streets below.

He turned to leave and smiled back at me, slinging the golden trumpet over his shoulder.

“Everyday. We end and begin again. None of it is real until we live it.”

I understood. I watched him walk away, becoming smaller and smaller in the distance until the light swallowed him whole—becoming the sun once again.

Message received.