Watching From A Tower

Heaven’s Gift There is an angel that soars at night; around buildings, and through window panes, is the path of his flight. The sound of a shudder is never near, because The Lord is forever here. He hides in escarpments, and floats over fields where cows gently graze; if all is calm, you can hear him whistling as he unceremoniously goes about each of his days. Guarding the Truth, protecting the meek, consume much of his time. Fortunately, he has no concern about the whereabouts of his next dime. He is kept safe within the cocoon God’s love. There is no better way to live; once he thought he might have been a white dove, and that’s why he’s so accustomed to seeing things from high above.

The author was given the name, Nigel, at birth, a very common name in Britain, and seven days later conforming to Jewish custom, a circumcision ceremony was performed and he was given both the Hebrew name Tovia and the Yiddish equivalent Tevia, both names imply the blessings and goodness that God bestows. In later years whilst living in Israel he adopted the Hebrew name Eitan, which implies stoicism and impetuousness. All these terms, expressions, are a reflection of his nature. He has depth and complexity, but can display banality, depending on his mood, or the time of day. Due to fate, circumstance, destiny, (whatever term deemed appropriate), over recent years he has not just engaged in a battle with himself in order to become fully actualized, but also a nation called, Canada. He admits that he neither wanted, nor desired, many things that have encroached on the lifestyle he sought to acquire for himself, but by conquering each obstacle placed in his path, he managed to realize himself in a span of time previously never imagined possible, and as a consequence, figured out why the world is in the state it is now.