Walk With You – The Light of His Love
#6 of Walk With You
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In memory of John Dye
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I've been working on this for a while now, and I was considering whether to post this as a huge one-shot or a miniseries, and I have finally opted for a miniseries...maybe best to post it like that, so that I'll get a bit more feedback, and see what you guys think. I've been having a ton of fun writing, that's for sure, and I am most curious to hear how this goes down...I think it can go either way. *chuckle* Consider this a mid-season replacement for The Hockey Hunk, or something. Just having fun with writing, doing the best I do.
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"It looks so peaceful now," Benjamin mused, looking down upon the little town of Mariposa, bathed in the last light of the day now. Car lights could be seen in the distance, and the remaining rays of the sun painted long, narrow shadows.
"These furs are all about looks, baby," the soft, rumbling voice of Carmel opined, her own gaze deep and long, sweeping across the vista of the town spread down below them.
"In the good and the bad," Daniel commented. The lion was perched between the two angels, and all three of them sat perched atop the roof of the town church. A gentle breeze ruffled their furs, but a warm, shimmering light, more subtle than the sun, masked their presence from anyone who might have happened to be looking.
Benjamin let out a small chuckle.
"That's one thing that's never going to change, I suppose," he said, "all that vanity and...paranoid obsession with things like propriety and...appearances."
"It's all they have, baby," Carmel sighed thoughtfully, "or more importantly, it's what they think they have."
"And that's why we are here," Daniel reflected, "to remind that when it trouble, they should turn to God and feel His love."
Benjamin smirked and winked at the handsome lion sitting next to him, the golden male still clad in his sheriff's uniform, unlike Benjamin and Carmel, who both had changed into their off-duty garments of soft white linen pants and shirts, which were most comfortable for doing a bit of mortal-sightseeing.
"In life and death, eh?" the wolf suggested.
"His love is never more apparent than when the time comes," the lion replied, with gentle pride in his voice.
"In His Son's name and His love, their sins have been atoned," Carmel replied with a soft, satisfied smile.
"Their Pastor speaks of His love, but I don't feel it when he does that," Benjamin mused, muzzle pressing against a paw, elbow propped onto his knee. "And John is so angry..."
"Anything new about him?" Daniel questioned.
"Not really," the wolf's ears flopped, "I tried talking with him, but he just became angry and left the diner...I did not follow..."
"He left most of the hamburger uneaten," Carmel noted, "the boy's going to be hungry."
"He seems to have much in his mind," Benjamin said, "but he's in pain, and shows that through anger..."
"So very mortal," Daniel replied.
"It's sad," the wolf sighed, "I know we're here to help him, but it's hard to begin when I don't know what's wrong...if only Father would tell us."
"We are where we are needed, when we are needed," Carmel recited with immense patience in her voice, "sometimes Father thinks we will work best if we are left to our own devices. It helps us hone our skills."
"It feels funny to think of these furs as training aids for angels," Benjamin mused, "but that's what they are."
"We are all His proud creations, we ought to learn from one another," Carmel said, "and what angels can learn from these furs is...as endless and mysterious as the secrets of our Father."
"Proud, eh?" Benjamin smirked viciously.
"His pride, Benjamin," the lion rumbled, throwing an arm about he wolf's slender shoulders and giving him a smile, "pride does us little good in this work."
"I went to this wonderful pride in New York last year..." the wolf wagged his tail, making a soft fap fap fap sound on the weathered tiles of the church floor, "so many floats and ...fun...and...contemporary pop music..."
"He's got the whooooole woooorld in His haaands," Carmel belted out.
Benjamin dropped his ears.
"Oh, baby..." he made a face.
Daniel chuckled and patted the smaller angel's shoulder with his big, strong paw, squeezing the wolf close.
"Patience, my dear friend," he spoke in his soft, literally quite angelic rumble, "it will serve you well."
"Always with you, gorgeous," Benjamin winked at the handsome lion and gave him his favorite smile.
"And hopefully for your Father's mission, too, baby," Carmel opined from the other side of the sheriff lion, "we are not here to have fun."
"Fun's been severely lacking, yeah," the wolf snorted.
"I think we have done well," Daniel said, "we've established successful subterfuge, and met many local furs with issues."
"Except that we still don't know how to help John with his father-so relationship," Benjamin grumbled, "And you don't need to be an angel to see that theirs isn't optimal at all."
"Father will show us what to do in due time," Carmel replied in her characteristic rumble, "when that happens, we shall be ready."
"Well this one is turning out more slowly than I thought," the wolf replied, "If we'd just get them to talk, we could be in San Francisco in no time."
The lion chuckled.
"Sometimes I wonder if you're more eager to simply mingle with the furs rather than try to save their immortal souls, Benjamin," the lion mused.
"We're seriously needed there, you know that, dude," the wolf replied, "I mean, even the furs know that we're supposed to be there...I mean...they did write Angels in America..."
"That stupid thing," Carmel huffed, "they had to have an emergency meeting at the public relationships department, because so many performance evaluations were coming back underrated because furs were expecting something else based on that TV adaptation...it was a disaster..."
"At least it made them think about Father," Benjamin suggested, "especially those who had been hurt so many times by those who claimed they spoke with His voice..."
"And that's why you have done such a good job, too," Daniel commented to the wolf, giving him another squeeze on his arm.
"So is that why I'm here, Carmel?" the wolf blinked. "Is John in need of my special expertise? You know I've handled forty-six cases of 'help the homosexual child reconciliate with family and faith' missions, I'm quite good at them, and I'm smelling one right here, all truth told."
The bear rolled her shoulders and let out a non-distinct rumble.
"I only know what I've been told, baby."
"But come oooon, isn't it obvious?" the wolf said, "Father doesn't usually send me to Redneckville without a good reason, and these rednecks often give good reasons."
"Do not assume, baby," the bear replied, "only know and feel what Father has to you."
"I'm not feeling much at the moment," the wolf said...before he smiled, "except nice and cuddly..."
Benjamin murred a little as he leaned against the lion who didn't seem to mind.
"Hmmmph," the bear shook her head.
"Oh come on...join in on the fun!" Benjamin wagged his tail, glancing over at the bear, "we can all sing Kumbayah together... or He's Got the Whole World in His Hands if you prefer..."
"I am busy," Carmel said.
"You don't really look like it," Benjamin suggested.
"I'm watching," she said.
Carmel raised her paw and pointed it into a direction where the other angels' eyes soon turned about, to spot her target...a neat-looking blue car, slowly moving along the town streets.
"What's that?" Benjamin asked, leaning forward to see better, as the car made a turn, and now was driving down the road that would pass the church.
"The next phase," Carmel spoke into the breeze.
"Another player enters the stage," Daniel replied.
"And nobody's telling me," Benjamin's nosepad wrinkled.
"You'll learn in due time," Carmel said.
The car was moving still, now passing the church, the angels following unseen, as the car trundled on...and then the brake lights flashed. That arose Benjamin's interest, and his ears, too, perking up.
"Well, well..."
The car pulled down onto the driveway next to the familiar car belonging to the lion John. Only moments passed before another lion emerged from the car, looking about, an air of confidence around him as he took in the sights. The front door of the house opened, to reveal the now surprisingly apron-wearing mayor of the town rushing out to hug the new lion.
"And so it begins," Carmel murmured.
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