Alexiel's Home 1/30
Someone who keeps aloof from suffering
is not a lover.
I choose your love above all else.
As for wealth,
if that comes, or goes, so be it.
Wealth and love inhabit separate worlds.
But as long as you live here inside me,
I cannot say that I'm suffering
Such are the bits of poetry and old tales that flit across my mind as of late. Despite my deep gratitude for this safe asylum and my pleasure in the Angel, Michael's taciturn company, I am restless.
This condition is a strange one for me. Before, I have been perfectly content in my own company and musings. Through journals and my master's conversation, I was aware of the happenings in the outside world. And, I reacted, of course, to the news.
However, those reports --vague and distant-- are nothing compared to this state of unknowing in which I currently find myself. Just outside these walls, these windows, people whom I have met and been aided by are suffering. Never before have I felt such a powerful desire to be in the world and of the world. To set aside my own safety and be of what little help I can.
Yet, I am at a loss for what I could accomplish. And, I cannot throw my life away. Not until I have at least found a means of letting my dear master know that I have not simply abandoned him. And, not when I was so close to avenging my father's betrayal.
I have been told that the sum of all human knowledge is 'Wait and Hope'. I pray that I am wise enough to recognize hope when it crosses my path.
is not a lover.
I choose your love above all else.
As for wealth,
if that comes, or goes, so be it.
Wealth and love inhabit separate worlds.
But as long as you live here inside me,
I cannot say that I'm suffering
Such are the bits of poetry and old tales that flit across my mind as of late. Despite my deep gratitude for this safe asylum and my pleasure in the Angel, Michael's taciturn company, I am restless.
This condition is a strange one for me. Before, I have been perfectly content in my own company and musings. Through journals and my master's conversation, I was aware of the happenings in the outside world. And, I reacted, of course, to the news.
However, those reports --vague and distant-- are nothing compared to this state of unknowing in which I currently find myself. Just outside these walls, these windows, people whom I have met and been aided by are suffering. Never before have I felt such a powerful desire to be in the world and of the world. To set aside my own safety and be of what little help I can.
Yet, I am at a loss for what I could accomplish. And, I cannot throw my life away. Not until I have at least found a means of letting my dear master know that I have not simply abandoned him. And, not when I was so close to avenging my father's betrayal.
I have been told that the sum of all human knowledge is 'Wait and Hope'. I pray that I am wise enough to recognize hope when it crosses my path.