It’s dark.
Like really dark.
So dark I feel trapped underwater drowning.
The damp moss is making my skin wet,
Its frigid feeling crawling up my legs.
The moss is salty and wet,
The mist around hangs with my tears.
Making the room cool,
Sending chills up my spine.
Millions of shadows loom over me,
Not real people,
But it feels like it.
They circle me, like ghosts,
Mocking me over what I’ve done.
Their wide grins of laughter,
Their long frowns of hatred,
Sneering cruelfully.
A tiny shimmer of light glows ahead.
The shadows retreat,
Fleeing to their darkness.
The light, like a small candle in the dark,
Its radiance so bright,
Held something bright out towards me.
And for a brief second, I thought I saw a hand out of the light.
Calling out to me.
And for a brief second, I could have reached for it.
It’s fingers grasping.
And for a brief second, I think I did.
Ephesians 1:7: “In him, we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace”