She stood at the brink of the cliff, her wings pressed to her trembling body. She couldn't jump, she couldn't fly. It was so much safer to stay here, to live in a reasonable fear of the cruel world she called home. And then He came. His name was Jesus, and all He said was "I love you." He didn't say it in words, he wrote it in blood. And he took his little trembling dove, and lifted her to the skies. "Aurora Excelsior," he whispered, "Come fly away with me."