Hijill

There were many angels within the crowd that day. They went among the men and women, unseen and unheard, for they walked on a separate, holy plane. The One who walked the line between was before them now, bearing a great wooden cross from which He would soon be hung. Michael, robed in shining splendor, watched, his expression hard. His Father's orders had been absolute. "When the time comes, you will watch. But you will do nothing." "How am I to just stand by and let them hurt You?" Michael had asked, all those years ago, his soul in anguish. There had been no answer, only a repeated command. "You will do nothing." Michael had understood