Only God
Chapter 121 - 105 - The Weeping Angel Will Return_3

Chapter 121: Chapter 105 - The Weeping Angel Will Return_3

The child’s mother looked at him with disgust,

she gave birth to him alone, and this child tormented her terribly.

The prostitute had no compassion for this child, she casually named him an ordinary name:

Basel.

Maisy looked at the scene before him, his head lowered, his heart in extreme pain.

He could not stay here, it was time for him to go.

Maisy continued along the road, he saw how the child named Basel gradually grew up, born with a stutter and despised and loathed as the son of a prostitute.

The scene before him seemed familiar, Maisy’s body wobbled.

Maisy reached out, wanting to touch the image of himself, to tell this child that things were not so bad.

But as soon as his hand reached out, the image dissolved.

Maisy’s soul was tormented by pain, he had no choice but to keep moving forward.

The scene changed again.

A kind Priest raised Basel, taught the boy to read and write poetry.

Maisy watched this warm scene, and before he could smile,

The Priest passed away, succumbed to a serious illness, closing his eyes in front of the stuttering child.

Maisy took a deep breath, his chest as if blocked by something.

The child named Basel was always accompanied by pain, he never got the chance to enjoy being loved.

Maisy stared ahead, his life filled with boundless suffering, heavily wounded and devastated.

The road ahead seemed endless.

He could only continue to move forward.

Basel grew up, always harboring kindness towards the world.

But what did the world give back to him?

Maisy walked on, and he saw a stuttering Poet enter the Pattern Garden, only to be met with cold stares.

No one associated with the Poet, he had to walk alone in lonely corners.

Even so, there were still those who insulted and hurt him.

With his body covered in wounds, he returned home alone, his hands joined together,

He poured out his pain and panic to God.

At the end of his prayer,

The battered Poet said:

"To love, to praise, to walk with You."

Maisy’s eyes moistened, and he needed to keep moving forward.

Sorrow filled the Angel’s heart, walking on and witnessing a lifetime of suffering.

The death of Elder Salas, the death of Elder Gula, the stones thrown at Lam and himself...

Maisy looked back on all this, reflected on this lifetime.

In the end,

The Angel died.

It was not just the Angel that had wandered the Mortal World that died.

Rather,

People had executed the kindest part of themselves.

Maisy, with tears streaming, stepped forward.

This wounded soul did not wish to return, he wanted to present himself before God, to receive God’s grace.

A brilliant light enveloped Maisy,

The scene before him changed in an instant,

Maisy found himself in an Oasis of the desert.

There, the Coconut Date trees were luxuriant, the Frankincense trees stood beautifully in groups.

Maisy walked on, he saw, surrounded by many, many souls.

The Three-eyed Ape People looked at Maisy curiously.

"That’s Basel, my friend."

A shout came from deep within the Oasis, then, the Three-eyed Ape People presented Coconut Dates, brought out Frankincense, to soothe the wounds of the injured Angel, to love him, to praise him.

Maisy’s eyes moistened, he was to move forward toward a friend who was waiting for him.

The Three-eyed Ape People crowded around him, children called him "Angel" "Angel," the adults recited poems in his praise, here, everyone valued this once-stuttering Poet.

Those voices were so simple, so kind, guiding, venerating this tormented soul.

Thus,

Maisy walked with them toward the deeper parts.

In the depths of the Oasis, sat an old man, in front of him, a clay bowl.

In the bowl, burning Frankincense that resembled golden raisins, releasing a rich aroma.

Elder Salas had been waiting for him.

"Basel, my friend."

The old man smiled, he welcomed Basel.

"Elder Salas..."

Maisy walked forward, his stutter gone, he could say everything he wanted to say.

About life, about poetry, about the Divine.

The Frankincense swirled around them, the burning scent lingering over the Oasis.

Suddenly, the only remaining beautiful memories in a painful life returned from Elder Salas’s eyes to Maisy’s presence.

That night, the silent desert, the distant starry sky, the open Temple...

Elder Salas spoke to him the proverbs of the Three-eyed Ape People,

"The Frankincense we burn together,

Before it turns to ash,

I will not leave you, my friend."

Maisy smiled, he smiled joyfully, blissfully, no one else had such a pure and flawless smile.

This Angel who wandered the Mortal World,

Even if he found not God’s pleasure,

He truly had not come away with nothing.

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