Michael (_agape_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2011-05-15 03:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | michael |
It's passed on down the line until we heal the wounds inside.
Who: Michael (_agape_)
What: Drifting between churches.
Where: Queens, NY.
When: Throughout May.
Warnings: N/A
They think he's a little weird.
They don't know anything about him, apart from his name. His name is Michael. He comes and goes like a phantom drifting from one streetlamp to the next, wrapping itself around the light that flickers and glowers with red-hot anger and amber-warm ambivalence. The pastor talked to him once, when he was the last person about to leave the service, slipping out from the last pew and through the doors.
The stranger who looks more like a homeless wanderer is looking for something, they surmise. At first they think he's looking for God, but after his conversation with the pastor, they decide that that's not the case. Despite his humble appearance, he seems like the kind of man who has already found God.
His smile is genuine though he artfully deflects the occasional question he does not wish to answer. He is courteous enough to make eye contact whilst engaging in a conversation but he turns away and lowers his gaze in a way that signals that his humility remains intact.
From there they learn that he's a counsellor. He also tells them he's here to watch over someone special for a while. He does not say who. He also apologises, because this is his last visit to this church.
As their conversation draws to a close, the pastor jokes about him being like an angel, and smiles. Michael laughs.
Once he steps out of the church, they don't remember him anymore.