Mourning Star

I sought to find escape, respite, a way to get away if only for a moment from the troubles of life and face God. I turned my head upward, and beheld a stairway to Heaven. I climbed in awe, never looking down, never turning back. With trembling steps I clung to a wall, drinking in the sights before me.

The mountains winked warmly as the cool wind kissed my face and caressed my arms. Palm trees swayed in the wind, as the midnight symphony began. Frogs sang in a low croaking, as crickets chirped their soothing melody. The breeze whistled in my ear, whispering words that flowed through my heart and rushed through my mind.

I crawled over to the concrete edge; suddenly, I was gripped by a fantastic terror, as the depths below swallowed my soul. The music rose in crescendo, sweat dripped down my nerveless fingers as my eyes widened in the sheer thrill of the moment. I saw myself falling, falling, falling; racing toward my demise. My hands flew in front of my face as I screamed in vain, as if to scare away the roaring ground.

Then two strong arms gently lifted me, and my eyes were transfixed to the stars; burning brightly, the Mourning Star. It affixed it's eyes on me, and those eyes pierced my being with a focus so intense and haunting. Nature was at It's behest, in silent obeisance the world waited with muffled breath.

My back touched on the hard, cold floor, as my eyes remained on the Being of Light, so seemingly far away, and yet so intimate. I could feel It reading my mind, as nature's music softened and the moon broke forth.

Now I bathe in moonlight, letting the soft rays lightly press my skin. No word is uttered, all that needs to be said has been said. Mourning Star, ever faithful guardian, look upon me tonight, for I fear to sleep without you. And when day breaks, I will know your true nature, for you are the Sun, you are hope, you are life. On this corner of cracked stone I await you, and you will come; for this is where I belong.