The Glow

The moon shines. Stars are not hiding. The glow of the night doesn’t come from the moons glow. Brightness is alive, radiating. There is something else I feel and see.

When I saw the glow from a distance, I followed. Yes, the moon can allow me to see at night. It has helped before. But this glow, the glow in the distance, blended between the darkness and city lights. It was perfect.

There wasn’t a vertical line to the heavens, but more of a living, breathing, flexing glow. There was a slow, yet persistent rhythm.

The particles danced into the darkness like a mist of water loss to the atmosphere.

Well, I walked to this light, I was met with other small lights. These lights showed no rhythm. No flexing. Unlike the light I was eventually going to meet, these smaller lights had one single circular color in the glow. In each light, I passed. The color was different, never the same. The color slowly moved.

The streets were busy with people. Stagnant. Bland. They all carried on with their lives but none of them seemed to notice the big glow. Some saw and guided by their own ideas and visions to the small glows. Maybe they saw the color inside. They wanted it. I remind you, the color was moving slow.

The glow moved.

I had to go to the glow.

I moved my body towards it.

I ended up on a dark street.

I saw nothing, not even the smaller lights.

I was confronted.

I did not know what to do.

They wanted my ideas.

They found some in my pocket.

They left.

I stood there.

I looked up.

I saw the big light I was still meant to be part of.

Is it strange that I could taste it? I said to you already, I could feel and see it. But now, there was more.

Since some of my ideas were thought to be allowed for others to believe it was theirs, my pockets were light.

Eventually, a store appeared.

The store was small yet full of living things.

I was pulled to a purple velvet box.

I already knew what was in there.

After I purchased the box with my new ideas, inside of it, I put them in my pocket. I left the box there.

The gentleman at the counter smiled and waved goodbye.

When my pockets were almost full, I noticed I was hungry.

I made a turn to a street fill with food. Women and children sold the food. Their husband and fathers grew.

I noticed fruits, vegetables, fresh fish, and more. The street lights over the people walking were bright enough to see the worm, crawling out of the apple the man next to me had picked up.

We made iContact, he put it down back with the rest of the apples. He walked away. I picked it up, mentioned to the owner, he gave me three free apples, and thanked me for telling him.

I went to other tables. I bought some, I skipped some.

When I looked up at my guiding light, it was still living, breathing, flexing. There was still a persistent rhythm.

While I walked, I passed a garden with tall trees.

I believed to be a safe place to take a rest.

With the bigger leaves, vines, and other items, I created a hammock between two trees high in the trees.

The trees were big.

The trees were useful.

The smell they gave off, plus the flexing glow I could still see between the trees and food I obtained, I knew I could rest.

The glow would still be there when I woke. I just felt it to be true.

While I slept, I dreamt.

When I woke, I wept.

The moon is in the sky when I looked after wiping my tears away, it had moved two trees over. One hour and 15 minutes I slept.

While I kept walking, I knew I was slowly closer. The glow became wider, taller – clarity became noticeable. I could see texture.

Not just a feeling like before, this was a physical feeling not just the emotional.

Some said they could hear sound when they got closer.

Some said they could taste when they got closer.

Some said, they tasted first, some felt.

I kept walking. Some men lay on the streets talking to people that they could only see.

A woman sits at a bus stop that won’t come till the daylight.

A couple romantically kiss. Gentle and pure.

A small boy, Michael, age 5 plays with a wooden train on the porch of his house, while mother stands in the doorway smoking.

I stopped out front at a 24 hour restaurant. I looked in the window.

People sat and laughed. One man alone at the bar with his mini empty glasses, sat in front of him.

I heard a noise, I turned around. On the other side of the street and old man fell. His cane far in front of him. I started to go help . A group of young girls walked by, they didn't notice him.

One girl stops and looks back. She walks and leans down.

She helped him.

He thanked her and wanted to give her something and gratitude.

He gave her his very old gold pocket watch. The chain too.

She looked at it.

She smiled, and while he held her hand, he kissed the top of her hand.

He walked away carefully.

She stood there. She cried and sat on the curb.

She looked up and saw the glow. She was looking higher than the buildings were.

She stood up and walked to the glow.

I finally approached the glow, I was hollow, empty, numb.

The glow was filled with sparks like a firework bursting.

Tiny organisms roamed.

Colors. Images. Sounds.

At the base of this glow a building stood. A door. A man.

I approached him.

“Hello ” I said.

He said, “I am so happy. Some mines vanish. Yes, you can invest in stocks, gold, cattle. But when you invest in treasures, not for this life, but the next, you shall hear singing of the birds.”

I replied, “When I saw the glow, when I came down off that road high on that hill, I knew what I was walking to. The stories, the possibilities, and love with this glow is what I have been working towards.”

He smiled.

I gave him a memory and said, “With every glance out my door I see the sun laying on the trees and leaves in the soft wind. Almost sunset, the sky is pink and blue and white and purple and orange. I stop

to notice it after sitting and watching the tv all day or busy with school or on my phone for reasons I don't understand. But, when look out the door here I see the beauty life offers. The idea of freewill is more than ones glances over from time to time between good and bad moments. I find this moment to be love. Life showing me and watching me. This beauty is there to comfort me, tell me and show me how good things can be in this world. His protecting hands are around my life. Use what you have been given, show one who needs it, learn more useful tools to create the future of comfort."

He saids, “Earn and build and stock up treasures not for this life, but for the next, those are the treasures you are allowed to take. Those treasures are for the living. The true and eternal living. The treasures we find and get and use with make the next life fulfilling.

Growth and determination. Find that moment in the day where something is beyond you, makes you smile, love, and see comfort. That is Him. That is what He will give you and us. For the treasures we shall try to obtain for the next life in this life, will be.. oh so wonderful.”

“I smile, because I have no more words for these streets.” I said to him.

“Some have joined the light long ago. Some just a few months ago.” He said.

“I suppose it took the 92 years to prepare. More came to get things ready. They prepared for 92 years.” I said.

He replied, “They are ready for you.”

He took me into the doors. Music echoed through the atmosphere of the building.

Freshly baked goods filled the air.

I had no pain. No wrinkles. No gray. My hip wrist, eyes, back legs, neck, and heart were healed.

Once I acknowledged what I was doing now, I saw them. They all stood still smiling at me.

And when I was held by their love, when they told me I was safe, my whole idea of life, the substance that made me who I am, the happiness, love anger, hate, triumph bliss, was worth it.

These colors, this blaze, the glow, it was all worth it.

The End.