Samuel Prince (servantofgod) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-14 00:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | diligence, samael |
When the darkness closes in Lord, still I will say; blessed be Your glorious name.
Who: Diligence (industria) and Samael (servantofgod)
What: The Virtue bumps into the angel; it's work as usual in their own domains.
Where: Bellevue Hospital Center
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Warnings: Death themes? Nothing noteworthy.
The angel of death - though he didn't necessarily like that title - was back in Bellevue Hospital Center today. Death was just one of the myriad of things he had to deal with on a daily basis; there were people he needed to warn, others he needed to protect, still others who needed his guidance; there really was too much to do in one day. Even if God created more angels, Samael didn't think there would ever be enough to ease the workload.
He didn't mind though. He was created to serve - created for these people, and he would do his job to the best of his ability. When everyone seemed to have forgotten about the old man lying on the hospital bed, gazing out of the window longingly into the blue skies above, waiting only for certain death, Samael was there to offer comfort in the final moments.
The angel was there to sit by the old man's bedside. He was there to hold the elderly's hand, talk to him about his uneventful day and hear out the dying man's last words and regret-filled wishes.
The verse of the day was John 5:24. "I tell you the truth, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be condemned; he has crossed over from death to life."
Samael didn't discriminate between the saved and the not-yet-saved. Many have turned to Him on their death bed, and many will be saved in the final seconds of their lives. The angel was not a judge, or an executioner - not for these people, anyway - he was only a lamp to their feet and a light upon their path, just has the Lord has been for countless others in the world at large.
The heart monitor flatlined, and Samael pushed his chair back and stood slowly, offering a short prayer to the deceased, lonely man. How painful it must have been, to know that one had been... forgotten after spending so long facing bleached white walls, lying here waiting to die; left to face death alone.
A moment's solace with an angel seemed rather inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.