The Walk

I am walking down a road. It is night and even though it is dark a luminescent light from somewhere casts glow that bathes my surroundings in quiteness. The road is rocky, hard and rough... like the skin of a serpent. But here and there, scattered like pennies in the sand are
smooth
round
stones.
As I walk, never looking down, my foot falls upon these stones. The smooth, warm flatness feels good beneath my tired feet. I look straight ahead.... not to the right or to the left.

All that meets my gaze is blackness. Yet on either side of me a warm glow paints shapes. Some of them are moving. A breeze.... soft like a whisper... then silence. Suddenly!
The Serpent skin moves, writhing and groaning. The smoothe stones become lost, hidden among the hard, rough rocks. My steps do not slow. I can hear my heart beating against my ribs.
A breeze.... soft like a whisper.... then silence.

The serpent skin rises, it heaves like a giant wave swelling, growing. The hard, rough rocks grind and crush everything they touch... yet my foot falls on the smoothe, warm stones. A wind stirs, the serpent skin cries out in a loud moan that causes my inward self to churn and reel.
A breeze.... soft like a whisper.... then silence.

Suddenly! In the distance I see a glow.... bright, warm... and calm. The groaning ceases, the serpent skin rises one last time and falls.... flat, motionless, dead. The jagged rocks sink.... the smoothe stones rise above them....
Ahead I see Light...

Brilliant, Warm, Sparkling.... like a million diamonds suspended in the air. I am bathed in the warmth of the Light.
My heart calms, and I hear peace flowing, swirling around me. Then, my eyes behold it...
the Sourch of the Light.....
it is heavy.....
it is rough....

Yet the glow from it is warm, blindingly brilliant and Light.
A wooden cross, stained with blood, has pierced my darkness.
A breeze..... soft like a whisper.... then....
slience......
and Peace surrounds me..... forever.