City Rain

City Rain

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Everything was white.  The boy couldn't see anything, he couldn't remember anything.  He walked along, wondering where he was and how he got there.  The boy stood for a moment and tried to remember.  He heard sirens, screams, and then he heard someone calling a name.  Name.  His name.  He turned around and saw a little hole in the whiteness, he saw a scene.  The boy saw a crushed car and men in...what was that color?  Blue.  He saw men in blue attending to someone lying on the ground.  The person they were attending to looked terrible.  A strange scarlet liquid was running down the person's head.  He saw other persons gathered around, several of them crying and screaming the boy's name.  The boy wondered how this person shared the same name as himself.  He looked closer at the person and couldn't recognize him.  Neither could he recognize the people who were screaming his name.  He struggled to remember but nothing came.  Nothing but his own name.  Then the boy heard a gentle voice call his name from a great distance in the whiteness.  He turned, wondering who else was there with him in the whiteness.  Approaching him was a man, clothed in white.  The one feature that stood out to the boy was the man's eyes.  His eyes were like fire, filled with warmth and...something else.  Love.  That's what it was.  The man extended his hand to the boy and said to him,

"Come with me, and you shall remember all that has transpired in that scene and you shall remember all that has happened in the past.  You were promised many things, and you have done well in life.  It's time for you to come to peace and rest which you have long desired in life."

The boy took the man's hand and felt no fear, no concern for who the man was.  The boy inexplicably knew who the man was and why he was here.  However, he could not remember the man's name.  They both walked for a long time in the whiteness, hand in hand until they reached a great gateway.  The gate opened and the boy beheld a place infinitely beyond anything he could imagine.  The man turned to the boy, smiling as he looked upon the boy's amazement.  The man then said to the boy,

"Welcome home.  There are many people who you will recognize.  People from your past, people from beyond the veil.  You will meet them after you meet someone you have known from before your life and all throughout your life.  He has watched over you all through your life.  Let us go to him."

The boy followed the man to the place where the other was waiting.  The boy looked upon the throne and saw another man, beyond all description.  The boy bowed humbly down and said,

"Hello Father."


Monday, December 20, 2010

The boy sat there, feeling oddly lifted.  He got an answer, but not in a way he expected.  An answer is an answer, right?  He didn't feel terrible or sad.  He felt pretty good.  He knew an answer, he wasn't confused anymore.  That takes care of that problem.  Now he could focus.  And move on.


Sunday, December 19, 2010

The boy was confused.  His feelings were all over the place.  He wasn't sure of who he liked anymore.  He wasn't sure of anything for that matter.  Who is the right girl?  What was he going to do about college?  What was he to do about his grades?  Things weren't making sense at all.  All the boy wanted were answers.  He was done with asking questions.  Why couldn't anyone ever answer him straight?  He wasn't sure of what was truth and what was lie.  He felt his head beginning to cave in.  Every last one of his troubles, questions, and uncertainties were beginning to collapse on top of him.  The boy tried to run, escape from his mind, but he couldn't find any exists.  There were too many of his thoughts overpowering him.  The boy tried to think of the answers, but he didn't know most of them.  He needed to find the answers before he broke down again.


Thursday, December 9, 2010

The boy walked on, headphones in, smiling to his friends as he walked on by through the school hallways.  Yet, they didn't know the inner battle that was raging within the boy.  The boy was suffering internally.  Things were going wrong.  His grades were failing, he didn't know if he was ever going to make it to college, he didn't think that he was ever going to have a family he could come to after work, if he ever was going to get a job.  So many doubts clouded the boy's mind and heart, yet, doubt's opponent was his hope and faith.  Somehow, the boy knew that he would make it.  He didn't know how or when, he just knew he would.  The boy knew of what awaited great and marvelous things awaited him in the future.  That was the boy's goal.  He wanted to know what those things would become.  That was his resolve, to make sure that the road's end would be a happy and beautiful one.  The boy walked on, headphones in, smiling to his friends as he walked on by through the school hallways.


Sunday, December 5, 2010

Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn let it all burn,
This hurricane chasing us all underground.