"For them," said Michael

October 11, 2011.
Was it for you, too?

A little angel looked through the veil
Between this world and that
To see what could be
The commotion below.

What he saw caused his heart
To thump in his breast
He nearly fell over
Into the chasm below.

Quickly Michael grabbed him
By the edge of his wing
"Don't fall little fellow,
"Below's not the place for thee."

For below it was dark
In a land on the earth.
Where once it was light
The same time yesterday.

And things did he see
That scared him extreme.
A sight that he never
Had thought could be.

His Sovereign, His Lord,
Once throned above Kings,
Hung pierced to a cross,
And bleeding.

Around him stood throngs
Of people that laughed,
When they should be
Down on their knees.

But worse there was still
Unseen to the crowd,
Those warped and twisted beings
That joined in the taunts.

Unafraid they danced round
And laughed at His blood.
One brave enough to
Perch atop His wounded head.

"Why don't we stop them?"
Cried the little angel.
What he saw surprised him;
Michael had tears in his eyes.

"Why don't we fight them?"
He received no reply.
"Why doesn't He banish them?"
Silence answered.

Then Michael reached out
And pointed afar
Where a group of women
The little angel saw.

They were watching the dark scene
Just as he was.
They wondered too
Why this torture was.

"For them," said Michael,
And then he turned.
Around him stood the weeping saints
And gestured he to them.

"For them," said Michael.
Then parted he the veil of time,
And they glimpsed at years ahead,
As if the future stood before them.

A child sat before a screen,
Writing simple verses.
"For her," said Michael.
And the little angel understood.