The Prophet (Prologue)

“Dawn is coming…” Two figures silhouetted by the rising sun, stand motionless watching the slate and violet colors of the night turn to golds and browns of the early morning. A slight chill reveals their their breath, almost in perfect sync, a golden spirit illuminated in the brassy rays of the freshly dawning day star.

“Another day.” Gabriel nods to Micah

“Thank the Lord” Micah breathes.

“any more news?” Micah poses the question as he has so many times.

“No” Gabriel soberly answers. “nothing… only that it feels like everyone is holding their breath.” Gabriel smiles slightly still looking at the sunrise. “but you and I know that’s not the case”

Micah bites his cheek… and turns slightly… “Look, I know this is not such a big deal to you… but it is to us! this changes everything!”

“not a big deal?” Gabriel turns to Micah with a piercing gaze… “not a big deal?… my friend this is what everything has been leading up too! how can you say it is not a big deal to us? do you not think this changes things for us also?”

” I… ” Micah started..

“Look!” Gabriel interrupted. “Just because you see things in such a narrow manner doesn’t mean that I have to! I am here to open your eyes my friend, and only at your insistence! you requested this!”

“I know… I know…” Micah nods, “It’s just that sometimes I forget… my perspective gets all out of line.”

Gabriel rests his hand on Micah’s shoulder. “It is all under control… be at peace my friend… do what you can, your job is not to interfere, but to assist.”

Micah drops his chin to his chest, and looks back up seriously “easier said than done… they look at me like I have an incurable disease!”

Gabriel raises his hand …
“I know I know! ” Micah interupts, smiling. “you don’t have to say it..”

Gabriel nods half smiling “alright my friend, until next time?”

Micah nods… looking back at the sunrise. “until next time… “