Darkness surrounds. The high fades.
The rush of blood, once a roar, becomes a steady beating.
The moment has passed, but it is not gone.
The consequence of action remain.
Loss is life, life is loss.
Death rips away joy.
Where is the light? Where is the song?
The harp, that gentle strumming that filled the soul with wonder?
Thundering drums of war, replace the sound of peace.
Battle joined in the souls of men, silent war in the streets.
Passing gentleman, lost in the dark of a endless ladder.
Strutting lady, bears the scars of her shame.
I see a light, burning, red across the sky.
Edges orange, fading into black.
A new day will dawn.
In the light the shadows flee.
The day has come.
Shadows cling to the soul, the dark hides within.
Light must come from without, to blossom from within.
The seed must be planted, aged, watered, and fed.
The seed of light.
Small.
Tiny.
Burns.
Burns the shadows.
They screech, squirm.
They burrow into the dark.
The strongholds become stronger, the habits harder.
They scream the lies of defeat.
Mimic the voice of the victorious.
Distraction.
Apathy.
But...
Deep within.
Deeper still then all the muck.
There comes a sound.
A sound... that shakes the core.
A feeling.
Like the world stopped turning.
"I AM"
The darkness must flee.
The shadows must kneel.
Victory was won in surrender.
The battle was lost, but it ended the war.
Weak. "I give you my strength."
Drained. "Let me fill you."
Beaten. "Victory is yours."
Bruised. "I will heal you."
Lost. "I found you."
Forgotten. "I never forgot."
Invisible. "I see you."
"I AM"
"I AM"
"I AM"
"I WAS"
"I WILL BE"
Finite meets Infinite.
Redeemed.
Reconciled.
Remade.
Life.
Life worth living.
Hope worth sharing.
Lights in the darkness.
Where is the light?
Planted within.
Planted at surrender.
Externally feed, outward growth.
A new creation in whole.
Death of the old.
The process feeds the understanding.
The process shares the light.
Share the Light.
