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The Sun (AutumnElf555)(5)

The Son

Plunged into darkness,

Not even our lamps

Will light.

We huddle together in the dark

While all the world

Shakes.

I tremble

In fear,

Tears staining my cheeks.

Are we going to die?

I voice the thought

And something in Mama's eye

Changes;

She remembers something:

"No," she says.

"This does not mark our death.

It marks that of another."

Her words send chills

Down my spine

And into my heart.

What must it mean

For the world to end

At one being's death?

Grandma had died

Last year,

But all that had changed

Was MY life.

Whose death could stop the stars from shining,

The moon from rising,

Cause even the flame

To flicker out?

"Who died, Mama?" I ask, eyes wide.

"Is it the sun?"

She smiles sadly and looks far away.

"I'm not sure."

Three days from the darkening,

I know not even the death of a sun

Could cause all elements to mourn

For darkness.

He is far more bright

And far more warm.

The clouds part

Enough to reveal rays of light

That shine again.

I feel the sun's

Gentle warmth brush my skin,

But the voice I hear

Replaces all doubt and fear

And sadness

With love.

The sun could never

Heal my scrapes and bruises,

Or speak words

That awake

Fiery love

I can't even hold in.

I cry

And he wipes my tears.

Fire seems to surround me,

But it has faces.

The angels speak to me

And it's as if

I've always known

Jesus Christ

Is the light.