Christophe/The Gargoyle
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In a long-ago time, when long ago peoples |
were building cathedrals and raising up steeples, |
they crafted stone creatures and set them on perches |
to guard and protect and watch over the churches. |
So gargoyles were born, and they stood night and day, |
keeping evil and terrible spirits away. |
And ne'er was a creature so true and so loyal |
as the watchful, courageous, and fearless gargoyle. |
But the years came and went, and the people did, too. |
and in time, they forgot what their ancestors knew. |
And whenever they passed by the gargoyles' lairs, |
they trembled in fear at the gargoyles' stares. |
And as time went along, people's fear turned to spite, |
and they sneered and they cursed at the guardians of night: |
"Demons!" they grumbled -- "grotesque!" and "horrid!" |
"Those beasts don't belong on the house of the Lord!" |
When the gargoyles heard these words that were spoken, |
their stony old hearts became crumbled and broken. |
Then storms rumbled in, and their eyes filled with rain, |
and in stillness they stayed, alone and in pain. |
But as it so happened, some angels were near, |
and heeding the grief of a gargoyle's tear, |
they each fluttered down from the heavens on high |
to sit with the gargoyles beneath thundering skies. |
Now, angels have ways of making things right, |
so they stayed with the gargoyles all through the night. |
Patting their heads and wiping their tears |
and whispering life into gargoyle ears. |
And soon all the gargoyles did magical things: |
They gurgled and coughed and shook out their wings. |
then together the angels and gargoyles took flight, |
And they soared through the clouds on a blustery night. |
And while over pastures and hills they were winging, |
the voices of angels were radiantly singing |
Music of healing and songs of rebirth |
to all of the creatures in all of the earth: |
"God bless the rain, and the storm clouds that bring it. |
God bless the music, and the voices that sing it. |
God bless the ones who sing everything wrong. |
God bless the creatures who do not belong. |
God bless the hearts and the souls who are grieving |
for those who have left, and for those who are leaving. |
God bless each perishing body and mind, |
God bless all creatures remaining behind. |
God bless the dreamers whose dreams have awoken. |
God bless the lovers whose hearts have been broken. |
God bless each soul that is tortured and taunted, |
God bless all creatures alone and unwanted." |
And the gargoyles beheld wherever they roamed |
that the souls of the lost weren't really alone. |
Each one had an angel, each one was protected, |
and each one was cherished and loved and respected. |
And so it is true with the gargoyles this day, |
for all of the angels who love them have stayed. |
Together they wait until days become nights, |
to embark on their dark and most glorious flights. |
So if you see shapes in the night sky, don't fear -- |
for it simply means angels and gargoyles are near! |
Guarding the earth with their gentle night call: |
God bless the gargoyles. God bless us all." |