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Whisper of Light….

He snapped alive with a sulfurous urging in his hallowed place, reflecting then on those around him.  He pondered, considered, and postulated about what they and he might be.  “What am I that, or who, is able to exist only softly, attached for life to my waxen, wick-ed anchor, knowing only what…I don’t know.  Of what am I comprised?  What constituent parts have been arrested to make my whole?  What molecules render me soft enough to flee like a thought in a slight breeze?  What have I to do, but to live and reflect?  Who is to know?  Who.

In a dark room, were I to be placed upon a post to shine from its center, would I be as bright as if I were placed next to a mirror at the side of the room, with only half of my light being real and shining as from my soul?  Is that solitary, yellow dart of my being enough to light in half, though reflected, as though from that post in the middle of the otherwise dark room?  What design orders this?  Why do I live only anchored here and not aloft in the sky?  Why do those around draw away from me as if in fear of harm?

I am a solitary, gilded whisper of light, shining upon those from whom I am ordered, without will, or otherwise.  My stepward cousins and unrelative conflagrations burn with an unintelligible force, magnified and multiplied beyond reason, my small frame.  What soft caress would touch my delicate skin?  What gentle lace would adorn me?  In the place of never-thought would it live beyond my kiss.  It is unknown.  For it is, and not being.  If a scientist were to analyze my being, would he find only the mist of paraffin, or the shadowing remnants of tallow, rendered from the fatted calf?  What am I?  And why does my touch bite?  I cannot win friends; I cannot feel the embrace of another.  If I am drawn nigh unto my own kind I am lost and shall never be regained unto myself.  Am lost.”

This is a Favorite Repost from September, 2009.

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