The Blessing

This week we are invited to write on the following:

"If an angel were to give a message,  what it would be."

One hollow, dreamless night an angel descended from the sky.

She had sparkling blue eyes and gossamer 

wings angel-like.

Without much ado she asked whether I cared for a different kind of life. 

I questioned her , "Why me?". She replied

"You are 'The Chosen One', you see."

I wanted to further ask by what means was this choice finalized.

But then on second thought a little time I sought.

The next night again she arrived and smilingly asked, "All right!! Have you thought it over enough?"

I replied, "I have a few doubts to clarify. Is this a whim, a fancy , a spell for just a night?"

She shrugged, "I have to ask her - my boss. Right? The period she decides." 

I said, "Then do ask her if she could give me an irreversible boon to change my fate as I wish."

She sighed, "You humans always seek permanence. You know that's a myth?"

"You may have to pay a price. For something that's not for you to ask." 

"Aren't we talking of blessings per se...?"  I was nonplussed.

"The rules have changed." Said she. "It's not simply a blessing any more, you see."

"As you very well know," She continued. "For every transaction you agree to, for a single night or a lifetime, caveats and conditions shall apply."

With that parting reply she fluttered her false lashes twice and disappeared into the night.

Leaving a poor soul agape in the cavern of a hollow, dreamless night.

Footnote : This poem is inspired by the numerous spam calls received offering various lucrative deals and profit making investment ventures.

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