fellowship in hell, free written Options

[RiddleMeWonders]

At the end of the tunnel there is a voice. It is strong and courageous. It gives hope in the darkness. The demons of night would extinguish the bright soul that it belongs to. But it is subtle in its calling. It echoes in a place they can not hear, paints images on inner walls that they can not see. It belongs to me.

I remember a place I felt like home. It was long ago that I left and long ago that I wished to return to it. The feeling given to me was unlike any other. I felt safe. I felt cared for. I felt the wing of another shielding me from the cold. We who lived there were poor, but we loved with a richness most only dreamed of.

People of no blood relation... celebrating together, who encouraged each other, loved one another, cried and mourned together. There was faith in the light. There was trust between friends.

Now around us, in this desolate hole, in this dark creation, in this pit of gloom, you can smell the fear. You can hear the hatred. You can taste the disgust and disdain with each meal consumed. I do not abide this. I do not condone it. I came to bring you out. I came so we could start again. I came so you could learn that what comes from the mouth is of the heart.

I offer you love and compassion and patience. I offer you arms to wrap around your weary body. Do you wish to die without knowing the light? You have seen darkness but it is all you have seen. You were never really alive. You are dead, practically already. Do you know what it is to truly live? How could you. I will tell you. Listen and imagine, children..