Glitter Glisten Glimmer

In January 2013, my friend Cindie Pike saw her Savior's smiling face. See my post here  The following is her husband, Mel's, reflections on his journey since Cindie died.

Glisten, Glitter, Glimmer     

We awoke today and winter was gone!

Ice exiled to Boreas’ house by a solstice Sun.

Once gray cityscapes glistened in the low beamed light.

And under cerulean expanse we walked.

Comfortable closeness,

Familiar friendship,

Optimistic gaze into a shrinking future but with joy in togetherness.

Comfortable

I awoke in the night and sought the sun.

Darkness enclosed me in suffocating grip.

I cried for light – my voice inaudible – swallowed by the black hole that was my new world.

I walked alone but was not alone. 

All faces near me reflecting – what? Shock, grief, sympathy? 

I couldn’t see; couldn’t speak,

I was able only to do as I was advised.

Compliant.

I awoke in light glaring and hot.

An insistent sterile sun demanded I sample his products.

Brilliant unabated light pounded my retinas; searing heat my head.

I walked on feldspar sand returning illumination to the source.

Not depleting but enhancing.

I walked without shadows.

On my knees the generous heat gave me a stick in swap for my tongue.

I worshiped with unutterable groans and then I listened.

“You should have…”

“I wish I could have…”

“If only you had done…”

“I am sorry.”

An angry interrogator the light delivered body blows unending;

Naked, exposed.

Accused.

I awoke in a darkened forest.

Overhead a shiny silver dollar and some scattered change illuminated giant trees.

I hummed a long dormant tune from my comfortable times.

My gaze pursued the contours of an old monarch and discerned a faint eastern glimmer.

Dawn.

Strange this mixture of thoughts –

Unanswered “why” and settled promise

Lonely but loved.

Pain and purpose.

I moved toward the Dawn.

Quietly;

Hopeful.