Final Chapter

“It is done! I am the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts. He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be My son.” Revelation 21:6-7 NKJV

Folly looked around her, squinting at the flash of color invading her senses. She blinked owlishly as she tried to take it all in. Everything was as she remembered it. Each beautiful gold brick, every tree, each blade of grass. She felt a presence behind her and dropped her head.

“Maker,” she whispered.

A hand dropped lightly on her shoulder, squeezing gently.

“Prudence.”

“Prudence…” Folly repeated. Tears dripped onto her clothing, her hands. She was no longer Folly, but Prudence. “Prudence…” She covered her eyes with her hands and wept.

Love tugged her into a warm embrace, tears spilling down His face.

Prudence rested in His arms, then jerked away, remembering her filth. Her scarred and ragged appearance. She glanced down at herself. A clean gown of the purest white enveloped her. The filth? Gone.

She threw herself at His feet, kissing them and wiping away the tears that fell.

“Oh my Lord, I am not worthy! How You could ever forgive me! I’ll make it up to You. I’ll never do anything like it again, for all of eternity…”

“Prudence.”

She quieted, marveling at the quiet sincerity of His voice. His voice held a smile and was infinitely tender.

“How could You possibly forgive me for what I’ve done?” She could barely force the hoarse whisper past her lips.

“My child,” He bent and tenderly cupped her face in His hands, bringing her gaze to His. “I forgive all who repent and turn to me. I love you, sweetheart, and I am so happy you are home.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks. She had to ask.

“Wisdom…”

“Is my daughter and I love her, as I love you. She fulfills a different task in My eternity than you, but that makes you no less important. You are vital to Me, and I cannot do without you. Do not ever question your importance to Me. You are important. You matter. No one can replace you.”

Prudence threw herself into His arms, pressing tight against Him. The King held her gently, stroking her no-longer-matted hair.

“I love you, Prudence.”

She nodded, her voice catching.

“I love you too, My King.”

The Creator moved back and lifted His hand, faintly tracing the scars that rippled across her face in jagged tears. Love and compassion shone in His eyes. Prudence could not look away.

“You are beautiful.”

Her heart filled with love, and she laughed in delight.

The King smiled at her, kindness enveloping her as His eyes danced with mirth. He rubbed her back, and the familiar weight of wings drooped from her shoulders. Prudence gasped and strained to see them, spinning in her effort.

Love smiled and stepped back, dropping His hands. He dipped His head and walked away. Prudence followed His every move, gratitude swelling in her heart.

The Master might have moved away, but she was still in His embrace.

She sighed in happiness and stared at the exquisite beauty surrounding her, testing her wings for strength.

They were even more perfect than they had been before.

Her feet moved forward, her emotions in a giddy haze as she slowly walked through the Heaven she had missed so very much.

Quiet sobs arrested her attention. Prudence glanced around her, her eyes resting on an angel sitting hunched next to the sparkling river, shoulders shaking in nearly silent sobs.

“Vida?”

The angel sitting on the bank of the river jumped and spun toward Prudence, tears in her eyes.

“Folly?”

Prudence smiled.

“Actually, it’s Prudence now.”

Vida nodded, staring around her as if she were overcome.

“Prudence,” she whispered. “Who would have thought? I mean, really, did you even imagine it was possible?”

“No.” Prudence stared at the starbursts of color surrounding her. “And yes.” Vida looked at her then. “I longed for it with every fiber of my being.”

“Me too. But I didn’t know it.”

The angels stared at the loveliness in companionable silence.

Prudence jumped at the half-sob Vida choked out. She dropped to the bank next to Vida, thankful the landscape didn’t shrivel and die like she half-expected it would. Dropping her arm around her shoulder, Prudence held Vida while she sobbed.

“It—it just feels so good—to be forgiven! Yet, I can’t help but think of all the lives I helped destroy—of their permanent separation from the Master. And I did that! To Him! To them! And, yet, He still chose to forgive me, to love me, to bring me home. Those poor creatures.”

Prudence patted her shaking shoulders, unsure of what to say. She knew exactly how she felt—what she meant. She had betrayed Love the same way.

“And you.” Vida turned tear-filled eyes to her. “I must ask your forgiveness, too.”

“The Maker already…”

“No! I need to ask—I have to! Pru, please, I’m so sorry—I was so jealous of Lucifer’s attentions toward you, how he hung on your every word. Please forgive me for hating you so. For every rotten thing I ever did to you.” She hiccuped. “Especially Solomon and Wisdom.”

Prudence stared away and laughed. A short, static sound.

“I forgive you, Vida. Pitting me against Wisdom was probably the best thing you could have done for me. It made me long for Heaven with every fiber of my being. I can’t say it was best for all the creatures in our wake…”

Vida laughed in the midst of her sobs.

“But I am grateful. Truly. Though, I think it’s her forgiveness you’ll have to ask about Solomon.”

Vida—formerly Lust—nodded.

“Is he—is he—here?”

Prudence scanned the grounds.

“I’m not sure. I hope so. For Wisdom’s sake. For his own.”

Vida nodded again, still crying softly.

“I forgive you, Vida. Remember that. More importantly, the Maker forgave you first.”

The angels shared a hug—healing, mending, fighting brokenness.

Folly stood and sighed.

“I suppose I need to find my sisters now.”

Her wings—gorgeous, fluffy, white things—drooped behind her as she turned away.

“Hey.”

She peeked back at Vida.

“You’re forgiven. Remember that.”

Vida winked.

Prudence shared a grateful smile before straightening, turning away.

She marched toward her house. Her heart beat an erratic rhythm. She desperately hoped her sisters would forgive her as the Maker had—love her still.

She stopped and stared at the palace. It remained firm, unbending, in the purple, pink, and golden sky. Staring at its solid shape, the image of it shattering slowly faded from her mind. Nothing could bring down the great palace of the King unless He willed it. She knew that now.

Prudence’s heart stilled as she caught a familiar scent, and she caught her breath. Her soul ached with longing.

“Wisdom,” she whispered.

And she was there, tugging Prudence close and clinging to her with a fierceness Prudence had forgotten.

“Oh, Wisdom.”

“Pru—” Wisdom choked and couldn’t get out another word.

The sisters were almost knocked over and struggled to stay standing. Prudence twisted to see who else was hugging her so fiercely.

“Discretion!” Prudence laughed with joy, tears falling faster.

The three sisters danced, laughed, and cried as they held each other.

“Come, sister, I have a brush with your name on it.” Discretion tugged on Prudence’s hand.

“A brush?” Wisdom laughed. “I have a tub with soapy water that is begging to be used first.”

“Then I get to rub scented oils in her hair!” Discretion yelped.

“As long as I get to give her my favorite dress!”

Prudence glanced down at herself.

“But I thought I was—”

Wisdom winked. “We’ve been waiting too long for this day to be denied, sister. Let us pamper you.”

Prudence grinned. “Then by all means. Lead the way.”

The sisters laughed and teased and frolicked, excitedly tugging their long-lost sister home at last.

 

Wisdom and Folly: Sisters by Michele Israel Harper, Chapter Twenty-seven, Final Chapter copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.

Angel Jeremuel by babsartcreations on deviantart.com copyright © 2015.

Used with permission. All rights reserved.

Scripture taken from the New King James Version. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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