The Bringer of Life
I just sat in the white taxi wondering how I got there. I tried to remember what I was doing before the taxi, but nothing came to mind. It was as if all I had ever done was just sit there. I remembered just being there, I had always been there. Right? As I sat contemplating possibilities I studied the man next to me. He was quite ordinary in looks, but his presence was far from ordinary. Though I hadn't spoken to him yet I felt so safe next to him, like he could protect me without lifting a finger. His bright eyes told me all would be well. He smelled of rain and though he had not much muscle his hands looked as if he held the power of the world within.
I carefully kept one eye on him and studied my surroundings with the other. I noticed there was no driver, yet I knew we were moving. I looked out the window and only saw white light. For an odd reason I couldn't explain none of this scared me; if it meant staying with the man I would gladly oblige to riding in a driverless taxi. I listened and heard nothing but my own breathing. It wasn't the eerie feeling you get when you're alone in a dark, quiet place, and it wasn't the calm before a storm. It was just peace, a certain thing not many people get to experience in their lifetime. Again I noticed the man sitting next to me. All of a sudden I felt that if I did not talk to him he would disappear in a whiff a smoke and I would forever be alone. Although I was timid to shatter the silence I had to ask:
" Where is this taxi taking us?"
The man turned and gave me a smile that made me feel I was the luckiest person for getting to witness it, and he said, "Oh, just somewhere with a certain charm. I do believe you'll relish the grandeur of the land I bring you too. "
Of course I had no idea what he was talking about, but I believed he could not lead me anywhere except to some grand place. I asked no more questions for I was again caught up in his superior presence. I longed to hold his hand but I didn't want to look foolish holding a strange mans hand for comfort. No, I didn't believe he was a strange man. Though I didn't know how, I knew I had been felt his presence a many times before.
At last the white taxi stopped moving. The man climbed out his door and so I did the same. I stood before a white gait. My feet never moved, but suddenly I stood just inches from it. The gate was simple in structure, yet it reached on forever into the brilliance of the unknown land. No markings were placed upon it and it was as if it hadn't been formed by any human hand. It had always just been.
The man asked if I was ready. Confused, I asked, "ready for what?"
"Life" was what he answered. He put his hand out for me to take hold of and I grabbed fast afraid that the opportunity might slip away. In this exact moment my entire life flashed into my mind like a blur. My mother holding me as a child, my first day of school, my first date, my high school graduation, the huge truck speeding toward my broken down car, and that's where my life brings me to the taxi. I now knew who he was, this amazing man, or had I known all along. He was The Bringer of Love, the Bringer of Wisdom, the Bringer of Bravery, and the Bringer of Life. This was the hand that I had held so very many times before. Perhaps I had been holding it my entire life. The white gaits opened and I walked through, holding the hand I was most familiar with.