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In the gentle spring of March, as the last petal fell from a
flower, the flower whispered, “Do you know? Because you waited for me, I
began to hope for eternal bloom.” Under God’s blessing, a little angel was
born. As an angel, she was meant to find her own cloud.
She traveled through the skies, marveling at the pure, untouched beauty of
the world. The clouds smiled at her, hoping she would stay. But she politely
declined—they were not the cloud meant for her. She believed she would find
the one that truly belonged to her.
Growing weary, the angel rested on a small, humble cloud. Nearby, she
noticed a cloud thinner and more fragile than the rest—barely noticeable
among the fluffy masses. Yet, despite its slightness, it hadn’t given up. It
was trying hard to stretch out and show its beauty to the world, even if it
felt incomplete. After some thought, the angel spoke gently, “Hi! How are
you?”
The cloud gave a small smile and replied, “Are you really talking to me?”
“Yes! Why would you think otherwise?” the angel answered.
The cloud blushed softly, “I thought, like other angels, you might look down
on me for being such a thin cloud.”
Feeling a surge of compassion, the angel reassured, “You may be thin, but
you have a unique charm. To me, you are beautiful.”
The cloud smiled with a playful twinkle, “I tell myself that too, hoping
it’s true.”
The angel saw that beneath the cloud’s seemingly strong exterior lay a
fragile heart—one that craved love, even in the form of a simple greeting.
From that day on, the angel visited every day, filling the cloud with joy.
But time moves on, and eventually, the cloud’s days grew short. When the
angel came one morning, the cloud was nothing but a faint wisp. “Am I very
ugly now?” it asked.
The angel shook her head, “In my heart, you will always be beautiful.”
The cloud smiled through tears that fell like raindrops, slowly dissolving
into the breeze. As the last bit vanished, it whispered, “Do you know?
Because of you, I began to hope for eternal clouds.”
Below, people laughed and celebrated life, unaware that an angel wept alone
in grief. Before dawn, she left, never to stay on another cloud again—for
she could never forget the one that had “made her hope for eternity.” |
