doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother

Bits of this have been kicking around in my head for months, but refused to become part of a larger piece worth posting.  I love this prompt for letting me gather them all up and dump them in one place.

For cattygabriel, prompt #22:
( Mother Nature )

This? Would be a large part of the reason Uriel does not like Michael.
((Also, I have toyed with this for quite some time, but it still feels very rough to me. :( Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.))

For cattygabriel, prompt #35:
Hold My Hand

( 'The time has come.' )

Eight out of ten of the latest batch of musebysentence prompts.

⌈ Sunrise ⌋
The softer sounds of the night were fading, giving way to the cacophonous din of bird calls and other animal sounds that heralded sunrise in the country.

⌈ Company ⌋
Sitting alone on the front porch swing, he longed for home, for the Presence of his Father, the company of all his brothers.

⌈ Media ⌋
Frowning at the odd texture of the paper and the ink it left on his fingers, Uriel skimmed through the newspaper Earl had left on the table, wondering how people could so casually accept such news - if that were even the proper word, it all seemed so sensational and superficial.

⌈ Indulge ⌋
Uriel often thought very carefully about the things he did, measuring the potential for virtue against the weight of sin, but he never thought twice about this - the scalding-hot water pouring over his skin, washing away dirt and sweat, easing strained muscles, warming him from the outside, in.

⌈ Ability ⌋
Creation was His purview, one he had shared with Man only in small amounts and with His angels not at all; thus while Uriel greatly enjoyed cooking, knitting and other such things, it was always someone else's recipe, someone else's pattern - it was beyond his ability to do otherwise.

⌈ Assistance ⌋
"Let me help you with that," he said, strong hands already reaching out to help the man struggling to remove heavy branches from the fallen tree.

⌈ Evolve ⌋
Despite being exiled from Heaven and His Presence for so long, Uriel behaved much the same as he once did in those hallowed halls, always desperately seeking someone to love, to place his faith in, to serve whole-heartedly without reserve; after all, angels were not created to change.

⌈ Miracle ⌋
Uriel spent five whole days sitting in the garden when the pea plants started to sprout, watching as the shoots slowly pushed the dirt aside and the tiny leaves began to unfurl, marveling at the greatest of His creations: the miracle of life.