BY GOD’S DECREE ANGELS CANNOT DIE NOR CAN HE, THE MASTER OF IMMORTALITY

The sky is gray, the trees are bare. There is no green anywhere. The forecast predicts snow tonight. The earth will sleep beneath a blanket of white, but there will be light from the moon and stars, from cars going to nearby and distant destinies and ships at sea transporting troops to tragedies.

When the sky is darkest Over Here the sun is rising Over There and somewhere there’s a multicolored rainbow displaying nature’s artistry, granting false promise of peace and serenity to worshipers of pure fantasy.

But there’s just one vast uncompromising sky that cannot explain why it will clear the clouds to let planes fly to their destiny of death and deny allies the right to turn back the enemy’s attack.

The sky and weather, working together never win, lose, accuse or choose sides. Angels in the sky refuse to fly because, by God’s decree, they cannot die. Nor can He, the Master of Immortality.