Mel Livingston had one day been walking on a grand lighthouse stairwell. Spiraling up and up until he saw a man.
"Hello good sir, may I ask? Is it really 'all that' to see up there?"
The man replied,"My son, it is one of the best things you will ever see. It is like you are reborn."
"Thank you sir." He said.
"See you later," and the man mumbled something he couldn't quite make out.
A light shone down on the stairwell."What a bright light they have up there."
Then, about halfway up another person came into sight. "Hello little one having a fun time on the stairs I see."
"Yes, I am having fun. How about you?"
"Having some trouble, but I will make it. It is the journey back that is all the trouble."
The child hopped down about three levels and said," You will see her again."
"What, what is that child speaking of. No, it could not be her. She is dead, he killed her.
Suddenly all the thoughts ran in his head. Some clear, others distorted. The man, the woman, all of which were as clear as Caribbean Sea water. But wait, her face was blurred as if the picture had melted. The man on the stairs, he had a face of, of grief. While the child had a face of happiness.
Then a woman came into hearing range. "This people draweth nigh unto me with their mouth, and honoureth me with their lips; but their heart is far from me."(Mt. 15:8) This time, though, he passed her by.
She said to herself,"sons of fathers, daughters of mothers, all parented by the Almighty."
The men he passed were staring at his face. Their glance cold and long. He saw what he saw in the old man, the woman he dearly loved, his wife. He looked up at the levels of stairs he Then the tear running down his face echoed as it hit the stairs. He heard," Do not fear, my son, for you have not long to go."
Noticing who was speaking he responded,"Father I have much more to go and you speak of it as so little."
"My son, it is only as much as you make it. Do not make more than you know you can comprehend."
"How, How Father."
"Faith."
So as he lifted his head, he saw it was only as he made it... One stair left. He gazed at what the light was created by. Or whom it was created by. "The journey is hard and rough, but if you take it little by little, it will be short and soft."
"I hated you, Lord. But, my heart is filled with compassion and love." Then She came out from behind him.
"Hello Mel."
"Jen, is it you?"
"Yes."
"I did not kill her, Mel,"God said.
"It was my time to go."
"The pain you suffered caused the hatred and confusion,"Jen explained.
"Pain is a journey," God continued, "But the journey back is all the trouble."