A lamp’s subtle glow in the distance.

A shadow edging closer from behind.

Stop.

A whistling wind from an unknown place.

A pleasing childlike laughter among the russle of the leaves across the path.

Go.

One step toward the glow.

One narrow path lit to follow.

The shadow is your own.

There is nothing to fear.

For you are held steady, your gaze is clear.

The lamp shining on your path is eternal.

Call out.

God hears.