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In The Light
It was at once painfully bright and strangely comforting. Squinting, his eyes were nothing but slits…it mattered little. The light remained the same; there was no escaping it. It was all encompassing. He closed his eyes as tightly as he could and gave in to the inevitability of it. He tried to speak.
“What’s happening? Where am I? Is anybody there?” His words dropped into his lap, having no power to travel farther.
“Please, please, somebody talk to me.” It was as if nothing existed except he and the light. Not even his words could escape it. He crumpled to his knees, powerless, weak and resigned. All that he was, his very essence, seemed to be emptying out of him. Then, just when he thought he would loose himself entirely, there was something. Summoning all of his strength, he cocked his head to one side, deliberately, purposefully. Yes, yes, he was sure of it, there was something…
Music. He heard music. Faint and distant, but still, the most amazing music he had ever heard. It grew in strength, and as it did, it filled him, and he grew stronger with it.
“Beautiful, just beautiful.” Escaped from his lips. The words startled him, not because he spoke them, but because he heard them. He rose to his feet, as the strength returned to his legs.
“Hello? Hellooo?” He asked, not really expecting an answer so much as just testing his newly reborn voice.
“Hello, my friend.” He fell backwards when he heard it. The voice sounded like singing, like part of the music, he was unsure that he had really heard it. Before he could respond, he was overcome with another sense. There was suddenly an aroma, a smell like that of a thousand upon a thousand flowers, all blossoming at the same time. It was almost overpowering, almost more than he could take. His eyes opened, as much by reflex as by conscious thought. The blinding light still encompassed him.
“Hello, is someone there?”
“Yes, hello my friend, I am here.” Immediately, the person appeared in front of him. The light had not diminished, but he could now see in the light. He immediately recognized the man. It was his best and dearest friend. He ran to him and hugged him.
“I have missed you so. It has been too long.” He said. His friend returned his embrace, then pulled away.
“What are these words you speak? Some I know, but others I do not.”
“I said I mmm you so…I mean it hhh bbb ttt lll.” The words would not come out. His friend just smiled.
“Walk with me. We talk.” His friend said.
It was then he realized. His friend had no words for the past, and no words for the future, but only words for the present. He tried to think of the words himself, but they had slipped away from his mind.
“It is beautiful, is it not?” His friend asked as they walked.
“It is perfect, just perfect.” He answered.
“I like walk with you, you truly my friend.”
“Thank you Jesus, I like walk with you too.”
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