Another way of Seeing the Truth

angel of death

Rest your light weary traveller. Far you have come along the troublesome path of life. A life filled with rich experiences, of which I hope were a blend of joy and sadness. I am here to usher you into a new place, different yet so very similar to that which you know and love. Before we shift through the veil of grey to the wonder beyond, a moment I beg, for reflection on a life gratefully taken and wisely spent.

You have moved with placid grace, thriving on the volume of youth and accepting the peace of silence.

Without surrendering your principles you strove to remain on good terms with the lights that crossed your own path, bright and dark, colourful and mundane.

You spoke your truth quietly and clearly. You showed respect where it was due and listened to others as they told their story.

To a degree you avoided loud and aggressive lights, for you understood how they could vex the spirit and sap the mind.

By resisting the urge to compare yourself to others, you shunned vanity and bitterness. You were wise to acknowledge there will always be greater and lesser lights than yourself.

Whilst many plans for the future were cast aside in favour of others, you enjoyed your achievements no matter how small or trivial they appeared to others.

You remained humble in your career, an admirable quality in the changing fortunes of time. Your foresight and intuition served you well as trickery and deceit is rife in the world.

All lights strive for perfection, and you have not been blinded by virtue. You were blessed with a life of honour and heroism, unknown may these things be, unrewarded by all but the few or the one.

Your light remained true without deviating from your moral centre. Hand on heart, you were always yourself.

For you, love in all its forms was never a fabrication, nor were you cynical about such a powerful emotion. When faced with disenchantment and doubt you believed love would find you.

The autumn of your life brought subtle changes, you surrendered your youth for wisdom and grace. On your journey sudden misfortune was navigated by strength of spirit, a shield to hold dark times at bay.

And in those dark times of loneliness and fatigue, you resisted the urge to worry about that which you could not control, your imagination and perseverance were your best weapons and most faithful friends.

All lights struggle with discipline along life’s path, for it floats like a leaf in the wind, strong and steady to relaxed and playful. Your sense of right and wrong played in harmony with your good nature and belief system.

All lights are children of the universe, no more and no less than the trees and the stars. Your light shone with equanimity and passion.

The universe unfolds with endless patience whatever your beliefs. Your life was not blinded by one opinion alone and you found your place amongst friends.

You alone had the power to find peace with God, whatever you conceived Him to be. Throughout the noise, colour and confusion of life, you kept peace in your light.

The world is filled with falsehoods, broken dreams and trickery, yet you remained cheerful and optimistic.

Above all you strove to be happy.

And so your final mortal moment fell from you like grains of sand in an hourglass of your life. As we step through the grey veil think of what you have achieved, the lights you have touched with your own, and the legacy you leave behind. Don’t be saddened by your loss, or troubled by the loss felt by those close to you. You will be remembered just as you will remember those who have crossed your path.

So rest your weary light, traveller, and I will guide you to another place that awaits you, one that is equally astonishing as that you leave behind. Fear not, the end is only the beginning.

This short story was inspired by Indigo Spider’s Sunday Picture Press – a challenge to write between 50 and 1500 word piece of fiction using one of 4 photos as a prompt. This weeks prompt was entitled “Lies to see the truth” and came with 4 additional prompts. I loved the haunted statue and the prompt: Maybe lies are just another way of seeing the truth.

Another break from my usual epic story telling mode, I fancied something a bit more poetic, and although I tried to lay it out as a poem I gave up and rearranged it as it is. I try to write poetry but it always looks clichéd and cheesy. If you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you’ll know I’m rather smitten with a poem called Desiderata by Max Ehrmann. Well this is a sort of response to his words of wisdom, as spoken by a guide taking care of another light crossing from one plane to another.

Excellent picture prompts from Indigo. If you want to join in and write a short piece of fiction clicky-click Indigo Spider’s link above and wrap your imagination around one of the pictures.

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13 thoughts on “Another way of Seeing the Truth

  1. As always I enjoyed the read. I have to tell you: I’ve been engrossed in a compilation of short stories that was published by Readers Digest in 1970. MAN! Have I been enjoying that. Your writing is SO worthwhile compared to those – especially in light of the short stories that you come up – these ones are roughly 100 pages each. Have you ever thought of doing a compilation of your short stories somehow? I mean – 1970!!!!!!! and I’m still reading and enjoying them in 2011 – 41 YEARS LATER!! You have a gift!

    • I hadn’t thought of that! I’ve just had a look back at the stories I’ve posted in the last 6 months, there are quite a few of them, more than I realised. I’ve got a month before NaNoWriMo starts, maybe I’ll work them into an eBook for Amazon or Smashwords. Even at a very low price it might worth it for some folks who like to dip in and out of a story who don’t have time to commit to an entire novel.

      I’m intrigued now! Thanks for the prod in a direction I hadn’t considered!

      • I’ve always been told when I’ve doubted whether anyone would like my writing or what I have to say, that if you like it…there’s going to be someone else who will too. I guess that keeps me writing.
        Hey, and there ain’t nuttin wrong with tootin your own horn once in a while. If you got it then ((shake it)) baby!

  2. First, I can not believe you have not thought of a compilation of your short stories?! Really?! How could you not! For some reason I was just expecting it to happen and have been waiting for the announcement 🙂

    Second, this is yet again a wonderful piece. It is poetic, as a beautiful flow to it. It is gentle, like garden path, I felt calmer the more I read. This is definitely one I will print out and pin up near my computer!

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