Location: Cicero, IN
In my mind, I see much more of this scene than I put into detail below. Perhaps I will add to it later. Perhaps I will just let your imaginations fill in the gaps.
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The light is so soft I can hardly bear its gentle touch upon
my face. The warmth is ever so inviting. Still, I cannot ignore the chill at my
back, here between what has been and what could be.
Despite my discomfort, I don’t turn away. In this beauty, I
could lose myself. I could find myself. I could belong. I could…
He places His hand upon my shoulder. I turn to see Him
taking in the view as well. I try to read His face, but it is indiscernible.
There is always a mystery in His eyes.
He turns to me, a smile of sadness and myrrh upon His face. “Come,
we have work to do.”
I nod, but don’t move. I turn to gaze back upon the world
just beyond my grasp. Moments slip away uncounted. Finally, I breathe, “Okay.”
Still I remain unmoved.
His hand squeezes my shoulder firmly, in a way I take to
mean, “If I lead you away, I can lead you back,” but could just as easily mean,
“Take your last look, son of Moses.”
Either way, with that hand upon my shoulder, we turn – the warmth
slipping from my face – and return to the darkness.
I want to ask Him when we will return, or if we even will. I
have so many questions. But His eyes are already set ahead and I know those
questions hold no answers yet.
