And darkness clung to the earth. To her earth. Her world. Nothing penetrated her darkness. Not a pin-prick of light. Not a breath in the dark, heavy air. And at first this was all there was. The stillness and the quiet were complete. Then one day there was a small, almost imperceptible, hum. She strained to hear and it began to grow. Another pitch added and she rejoiced in the change. In the wonder of something new. But as she continued to listen another pitch was added and another and another. The sound was beginning to fill up the entire darkness. She could feel herself vibrating, her insides revolting, and she began to despise the sound. She cried out, but in her dark prison her voice was not heard. She covered her ears, but the sound persisted louder. It was overwhelming, even more than the silence had been. And in the darkness she was alone to bear the noise. Alone in the dark with everything suddenly spinning around her, she began thrashing about, calling for release. She strained her eyes for any hope of rescue, but the darkness was complete-- as far as she could tell. But then she felt the sound quaver and a light touch was felt on her arm. The whirring and commotion instantly stopped and the noise broke, only to start up again half a moment later. Another light breath against her face and the noise seemed to hold its breath, then once again return full strength. Then a light. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Light. Pure and true, casting out all loneliness and fear. And she stepped forward and warmed herself in it. The Saviour had found her. 

Eli. McCoy