The room is as dark as the coldest nights of winter. The sounds of dripping sewage rings through your ears as your foot splashes into the puddles of crusty water. Your walking out of the blessings of light and into the eternal darkness of life, so it may seem. As you venture further into this infernal abyss, you see angels. They glow with a pure white, much like the light you long since left. They touch another, and them to begin to glow. This is interesting to you, you are in such a gloomy place, and yet these angels breath life into the shadows. You walk up to a shadow, caressing it’s cheek and they to glow with the breath of life. You walk to the next, kissing it on the forehead…and just as you hoped, it glows with life. You take a few more steps realizing something, you are still mucky, raw, tainted with sewage. It’s a dreadful feeling that is so hopeless you feel it eating away at your thoughts. You look around and see angels, and yet…none have come to you. None have come to bring you forth, to breath life into your wounds. You have helped so many without a word, without anyone asking you to. But here you are, your pain invisible to the countless glowing bodies. You keep walking, darker and darker, and ask yourself…when will an angel find you?

When will an angel find me.