Overwhelmed

The mindscape shudders in the night, a whirling pulsing dark ball strobes amidst a growing storm.

3 men stand before it, wondering, waiting... somewhat fearing.

None of us are strong enough for this song, mutters the soldier.

The weaves are too complex, mumbles the poet.

We'll do it together says suit.

A hand raises uncertainly, then gathers strength, closes on the whirling globe.

lightning crashes

the scene fades.

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Everyone is as complex...
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It was meant to be a simple night.

Spend some time with departing friends.

Let the new found chef out to play.

go home to rest.

Midway through the night, someone begins a song.

It started plainly at first.

Familiar melodies, themes, imagery.

Smiling face, beaming eyes, bubbly personality.

Then without warning, the melody drops.

Minor keys creep into the song, the story begins to unfold.

The words pour out, simply and honestly, like I would describe how to make a meal or directions to the super market.

Yet the tale they spin emerges full of pain & darkness.

Still the smiling as the pictures develop, cracks like spider webs across a wall, shattered mirrors bouncing the unending scream that deafens the silence.

At this point my senses are overwhelmed, and the occasional colours that are seen / sensed have exploded into an ether of blood red darkness.

I avoid eye contact.

Across the chaos and din, of music modes of the soul so dark, a clear note begins to ring.

The story moves and the single note grows, a quartet, a choir, an army.

Like a receding stain the darkness slowly wavers then dissipates.

It all collapses into a single smile and shrug of the shoulders.

Where is it? I found the voice to ask.

And in that nearly inperceptible pucker of skin, the montage is completed.

And stepping back, racing out.

I see the mosaic of a life restored, that shines forth the awesome powerful of the God that I serve, and yet fail every day.

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Thanks to my friend for this awesome testimony, I am truly humbled by it.