It was only a lifetime ago when I saw the glare.
Truthfully, it was a moment ago when I saw the glare.
It shone upon me, presumptuous in nature and foreign in existence,
with a demanding pull which stretched the room from end to end.
Its tangible touch caused the depths of my soul to tingle;
Moreover, its abstract unfamiliarity overpowered my emotions.
My gut-reaction was to close my eyes, as a child splashing in ocean waves.
The others in the room had the same reaction.
Not one of us moved. Not even one.
We wanted to change … from being lukewarm.
We were urged to follow the archetypal Light.
Urged to live as the Light designed.
The whispers of the shadows were permeated with darkness.
They were poison by nature but delectably delicious in taste –
with a subtle push that my soul could barely detect.
The deceptive push brought about an alluring temptation to my flesh.
Eventually, I allowed the whispers to take control of my mind.
My focus began swaying away from the promising light.
The others in the room had the same disposition,
I could see that everyone was emotionless. Paralyzed.
Not one of us moving. Not even when the church service ended.
Remnants of Revelation 3:16 echoed as The Light waned and Darkness silenced.
We, the Laodiceans, were left to choose –
Warned to choose.
Urged to choose the joyful light,
but drawing closer and closer toward the alluring darkness.