I have this recurring image running through my mind. It is of a door, open, blinding light flooding in. I cannot tell if there is light in the room or not because what is without is so bright, so true, that what is within is meaningless. There is fascination and fear. Awe comes from the brightness and beauty. Terror from whatever could have such power. What do I do? There is a door. The light will come streaming through the cracks, no matter my attempts to shut it, so I do not even try. The door is open. And despite myself, I am drawn to the door and what is beyond. Though it may mean my destruction, I am drawn to the light. What will I see? What will I become?
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Posted by: Melody Bradshaw | Saturday, 15 December 2007 at 10:40 PM