Tears of God
Flung across the heavens by God, an invocation for the time left to our
saddened world. The crystalline cathedral of light, a cascade of optical
waves bending their way through the darkening sky, is God’s
benediction and his hope for his beloved creations.
Cuidate, cuidate.
Take care, take care of my world, my
creatures! I made you in my image and I have sent you sign, after sign, after
sign.
Cuidate, cuídate.
Take care, take care of your world my
people, I will not make you another.
I sent a great flood and gave you
rainbows. Each colour a different wavelength, each beam refracted by the
atmosphere, the great overarching, all-embracing, enveloping atmosphere that
I created, and gave to you, that you may stay safe from harm. The extraordinary
atmosphere that I articulated with all my divine art, the atmosphere that keeps
you from the chilling, killing, cold of space. The atmosphere that you are
quickly spoiling, sabotaging, and obliterating.
Oh my children you are paining me, oh
my favourite children, you children of the earth.
All the chemistry and physics, each
tiny atom and each vast ocean, all made by my great hand, all made with you in mind.
So take heed. I am sending you a
message, it is written in the constellations, it is echoed by the single stars
that sing, who, in chorus, are the sound of angel's wings.
El sonido de las alas de los angeles.
Oh mis queridas, oh mis queridos.
Oh my darlings, oh my darlings, hark
the hosts of heaven lighting up your nighttime sky. I send a favoured Angel as
my messenger.
‘Ariel take Flight!’
And so it was, that the Lion of
Heaven flew down to earth, and on his journey, he caught one of God's stars in
his great leonine jaws.
We must take heed, we must listen to
this messenger, this fearsome beautiful creature, this being bearing a flaming star
in his mouth. We must listen with our minds, we must listen with our hearts.
He has sent us an Angel with a star
from the sky, now that Angelic Lion descends, no plummets, through the
emerald ocean, lighting with cold starlight the bleached coral reefs.
He illuminates, with the chill
celestial glow, the glimmering of the dying star n his mouth, he illumines the
blighting of the plankton which will starve the whales, and rob us of their
songs. With the embers of the star in his strong teeth, he reveals the sad
stripping of the oceans’ vast supply.
He lights our likely loss, the
plethora of gorgeous coloured creatures, themselves making up their own
sparkling school, star-like and shining beneath the waves, the worlds’ great
succession of beautiful fish.
We can hear Gods’ words whispering on the black waters’ surface, as they reflect the cold light of the stars above, and we see it roil and rage from the near-dead
star carried below, as it boils in the depths of the dark, dark, deeps.
Oh my darlings, please hear the
words, please see the sign of the stars. Por favor cuidate, please take care of
your world and yourselves.
And now we see, and now we agree,
what we have never wanted to admit.
The stars are tears of God, llanto,
weeping, llanto, over the way we have ruined our world, the beautiful cradle he
made us, to shield us, to nurture us, for how he has loved us, his children.
Sus hijas, sus hijos.
Melissa Miles
Melissa Miles was born in the US but
resides in NZ with her husband and menagerie. She is an emerging writer, and
has been published this year in online magazines TerrorHousePress, Short Story
Town and The Purple Wall. She has felt nurtured by the editors. She has also
had a story podcast, and is in three anthologies, two by SweetyCatPress and one
by Redwood Press.