“Oh, no... oh no, no no! I’ve done a terrible thing!” Michael ran across the clouds like a chicken with his head cut off. He got the attention of... the Big Man himself.

“Michael... what’s going on?” His voice boomed out. The clouds rumbled and all the angels turned to see what had happened.

“Oooo... he’s in trouble!” a few other Cherubims laughed.

“It isn’t my fault! It isn’t! I didn’t mean it!” Michael pleaded.

“Didn’t mean what?” Of course, the Head Honcho already knew what Michael was talking about... because He knows everything!

“Ummm... well, me and- uh Dominic... you know we just goofing off as usual... and then... he said he wondered what it was like down there... I- uh, told him to go see for himself... so he did! I didn’t think he could do it... I didn’t think it was possible! I was just joking! But then he started changing... he became smaller and smaller... like a human... until I couldn’t even see him,” Michael said frantically.

He nodded knowingly. It had been a part of his whole plan. He never did anything without a cause or purpose. “You have no reason to worry, Michael. Everything is in my hands,” His voice boomed. But this wasn’t a big, loud, noisy type of boom, it was a beautiful, tranquil, pure type of boom. The way a lion roars when ruling over its pride.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you for showing mercy!” Michael dropped to the ground and began to grovel.

“No, it should be I who is thanking you for telling him to do so,” He helped Michael off the ground, then majestically bowed to him.

All the angels were surprised at this gesture. The Great One was bowing down to lowly Michael? Well... stranger things had happened... like that time when His son came down and saved the whole world... now that was just different. No one could imagine why He’d do that, but he did it anyway... this was another one like it.

Because the heavens have much more foresight than we on earth could ever imagine... a matter of years seemed only days to them. They had been watching every move of Dominic’s humanity. In the happy times, they cheered, in the sad times, they wept, in the funny times, they laughed, and during the times between being awake and being asleep, where one can still remember dreaming, they blessed him. He had changed very much. He couldn’t fly. He couldn’t hear them unless he really listened, and even then it seemed like a foreign language to him. The only thing he maintained was his joy of dance song and dance. Then after the wait, it was finally announced.

“The time has come...” the Omniscient ruler shouted so all the heavens could hear.

“When? Right now? Where will he be entering?” questions rose among them, they were anticipating his arrival.

“Patience... patience... I want everyone to prepare the most heavenly foods and drinks... Do you remember the feast we had at my son’s arrival?” all the angels nodded as their mouths watered. “I’m expecting the same quality for this feast too,” he ordered as the angels all cheered.

“See how he looks down there!” one of the Seraphims pointed down to him. A few gathered around.

“He doesn’t look very well down there...” another said beginning to weep.

“I hope you’re weeping for joy... because look at who’s standing at the gates!” Michael ran and flung the shining gates of pearl open as the bright-eyed iridescent angel stood smiling. Everyone surrounded him and asked him questions.

“Ahem,” the Almighty cleared his throat. The angels parted like the Red Sea, as he studied the Earth Angel carefully. Dominic looked even better than ever before. Earth had given him a knowledge beyond words. He had met wonderful, terrible, awesome, scary, beautiful, horrible people, and he wouldn’t have given up the experiences he had gone through for the world. No one quite knew why the Ruler let him go. Perhaps it was another blessing to the world, or an experience of learning for the angel himself... but it was so, and no one questioned it.

“We are overjoyed that you’ve come back!” Michael embraced his friend.

Dominic nodded and whispered so softly that one could not hear it with their ears alone. They’d have to be listening from their spirits, from their hearts, from their souls to hear his voice in the breeze saying, “I’m back where I belong. I’m finally back home.”

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