She was running swiftly on delicate, sandalled feet through the streets and lanes of Heaven's Capitol, aided occasionally by a beat from one hundred and forty pairs of wings, until she reached the Central Avenue, and found the one she sought.
She leapt atop a pillar, displaying the full splendour of her wings, and called out, "Hear me now, all ye Hosts of Heaven, Low and High! Bow before the Goodness and Majesty of our Father, and rejoice in your hearts! For once again, He hath shown that He never abandons His children!"
All raised their eyes and gazed upon her in silence. For none ever spoke when the Messenger of God opened her lips, and none had seen her so beautiful since the Annunciation itself. She shone bright as a gleaming star, and her voice, normally so quiet, rang through the vastness of Heaven like a clarion.
"Hate falls before love, ice before fire. Two souls bound in one may never be torn apart, lest they both perish. And behold! in His infinite Mercy, our Father hath forged anew the first link of that golden chain, and by it all wounds shall be healed. I see, ah, I see! White is black and black is white, and both to Him are dear!"
Now, her face elated almost to the point of madness, she flung out an arm and pointed straight at him who stood before the pillar. "Hark ye, also, Highest of High Ones, for to our Father all is revealed in the end, and those who transgress in His sight shall someday know in full the weight of what they have done!" With those final words, she flew off and up to the stars, and her laughter, like joyous thunder, rolled in her wake. And one out of the Host spread his own wings and followed her.
Long, long after the other angels had dispersed, the Metatron still stood before the pillar, motionless as stone.