writing Light the skies

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

All in the same of this very end which has yet to be read, heard, or seen. Unto the last of our moments that conspire to grant an eternal rest to hold the memories we hold most dearly. And to the light which guides the heart and mind through perils and turmoil is now seen as an actual being, ready to guide us all once more into the promised salvation of a final rest.

 

Do you stand at peace with your back to the world, ready to relieve the burden of time? Then it is urged that you grant this embodiment of light, this being or essence of an unknown constellation, the right to take you from this place. Accept it in such a way that you neither regret or want on such an hour as to when the light may watch you pass.

 

Take light in hand, this final moment. Know that the deeds of life are to be remembered in times passed and in times to come, both in that which you have left, and that which you have yet to enter. All such fears of pain and misery are to be abandoned to the steps of your final journey in which you now make haste to complete. All that welcomes you is the bliss of the better times of a life you could never forget, or even the life you always dreamed of. Accept the light’s embrace.

 

And to us, the one’s who will have yet to see, a light of a new grandeur is shown to us all. Upon the starry nights of silence, the faintest light is seen, and this light is that of your journey completed. A life that was left for the best and greater, and to the promise of that very light which it is.

 

-David Favret