150 words =/- 10 and include a thunder storm.
Solemnity
The monks’ journeys never leave the silent walls. Their travel is mapped in small, dancing flames bouncing in a steady partnered rhythm; ever constant
to their final destination. The pairs split into separate rows in practiced
harmony and the hours rise from aged memories. In darkness, the light of the
candles reflects their many years.
Over time, the flames blink out and the voices become silent.
No new candles light the night. Only a lonely cracking voice remains to sing
praise.
“I rejoiced when I heard them say, ‘Let us go to God’s
house.’”
A flash of lighting signals the coming change. Between the
light and darkness, the last flicker of a candle is seen. The climax of the prayer
precedes the applause of thunder.
God is revealed to all in lightning flashes of revelation. And
humanity sits in a cave afraid of the thunder’s praise. A baptismal rain falls in
the darkness on an empty monastery.
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