Among the Mist

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 25, 2018

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Submitted: September 25, 2018




Among the mist I search for you. I stumble upon many blotted out forms. As I get closer, I see gods towering above me, but they hold no significance. As I walk ahead, I hear seduction and feel a single finger run down my spine. I walk faster. Behind me I do not look, for it is my desires that hold me back.

To the left and right are criminals of a time long ago, but one is off of the cross, alive and well. The other is a shadow of a memory, dead and forgotten and no longer important. I ask the man who he is. In response, he told me, "I am the child of the One True King, adopted from a life I once was ashamed of.” I then speak to the shadow and he murmured these words..., "Save yourself, you fool."

I walk on till I see a cross, and I see it empty. “Where are you lord?” I ask. “Why are you gone?” I then realize this is not the Lord’s cross but my own.

I take it up and drag it, only to find many others join in. Alone at first but now in harmony, I hear the dragging of heavy wood on pavement. I fall and can't get up. It is so heavy, this burden. "I can't handle this" I say out loud.

Eyes downcast and hopes failed, I lie there. One by one the others fall. They can't handle their crosses either. For what felt like a thousand years later, a voice as silent as the mist itself speaks to me.

"I will carry your cross. I will take up your burden and your shame."

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