Lightbound
The weight of perdition hangs in leaden depravity, pinioning me to the floor of hell and to the inert concrete, with an awfulness and heft I could never have imagined. Veritably, I am crushed. The tethers of hell are absolute in their rejection of Christ and any brand of holiness. The bulky chains shackled to my hands descend into lightless chasms that no mortal should rightfully have to contemplate, where Satan sits enthroned on a lily pad in the guise of an enormous frog. The demons know that their professed allegiances of old do not change much and that salvation is a chimera which died in the violence and confusion of the fall.
I am a prisoner with my hands tied behind my back, stricken in a guarded oubliette, with sundry beasts and demonic entities patrolling the area. My breathing is laboured and my lungs are crushed and weak. I have been expectorating wads of blood and shards of teeth; the resultant injuries of my unceremonious capture. My hands are blackened by contact with the defiled earth and my whispered prayers land defunct in this travesty of fate which I must endure with waning fortitude. The dragonflies pass in mad and flighty movements, wending their way through the twilight and over the blackly shining water which looks like molasses.
I entertain new daydreams and zealous flights of fancy in my imagination in order to escape the gravity of my predicament. In my favourite scenario, I am a young boy with strong muscles and a keen mind and I gallop out of my wendy house in the gloaming afternoon and run with absolute energy into the field which is awash with fireflies and heady with the scents of summer. As I run, it rouses more dainties and more effulgent bugs from the undergrowth, until, when I am several hundred metres along my course, the entire field is alight with life, effervescent and overwhelming, and in reciprocation I light up also and beam in unbridled jubilation that the Creator is at hand and I start singing with zest as my racing limbs carry me into an oblivion of light, where my memories of pain are consumed and where Jesus greets me in affable laughter, saying, it wasn’t all a dream, rather, I have dreamed you awake, to love you…
