A tale of what is possible if you believe. |
I walk into the dark room. As I cross the floor a chill runs through me. There is a coldness to the air. I stop at the window. My hand stops for a moment as it touches the soft silk of the black curtain. Slowly I draw the curtain back. Everything is quiet and still. Nothing to see except the soft glow of the moon casting shadows on the lawn and across the empty street. I turn from the window and walk to my chair. I slowly sit down on the green velvet chair. As I stare out of the window I listen to the sound of silence that is surrounding me. The orange glow of the moon is cast about me as though threatening to consume me at a moment's notice. I close my eyes. I feel the night begin to creep into my body. I listen more closely now. I do not want to miss a single word the silence has to offer. Slowly I surrender, allowing the night to consume me. Every fiber of my being is on full alert as the night touches my very core. Suddenly I smell a change in the air. It is a musky, earthy smell. I keep my eyes closed and continue to sit very still. The scent becomes stronger. Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder. That is odd, for I am alone in the house. The hand lingers on my shoulder. I continue to keep still. Slowly the hand touches my face. A warmth runs through my entire being. I want to open my eyes and speak, but I do not dare. For if I do, I may break this moment and it will be lost forever, never to return. The hand slowly pulls away. Silently I beg for it to stay. Suddenly there is a breeze that blows across the room. I can feel its gentle fingers run through my long, black hair. In the distance I can hear a dog bark. The breeze fades away. Slowly I open my eyes. I walk over to the window. I open the window and let the fresh air touch my face. I look up at the sky. The stars quietly are dancing, the moon is staring down at me. I smile. Quietly I say, "Yes, there is always an answer where there is faith." |