Revealing Revelations Read Free

around what he just saw and what he should do. He leans forward placing hands together and elbows upon knees.
    He now knows inside that he can only turn one direction and that is the church. He sits back and exhales heavily in hesitation. He looks up and notices how beautiful the sun is. The sun must have been up at least an hour now, but to him, it’s as if daybreak just occurred before his eyes. He marveled as though out of darkness a light appeared and gave him hope inside.
    “Weeping may endure… But joy… But joy…” He continues to ramble but with relief and inspiration. He stands to his feet, hands raised high towards the sky with head tilted back he yells out, “BUT JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING LIGHT!” Faith restored and clear, he rushes to the church. He knows what he brings to the light will destroy all darkness of what happened so that it can never happen again.
    He leaves the pond area heading to the church. He walks, heart held high and in good hopes. He will explain his case to Cardinal Blithe who will present it to the Pope and actions will be taken accordingly in the name of the church.
    Making haste to the church, he constantly looks up at the sky. The light has never been this beautiful to him as it is today. Through the streets he goes, with the wind breezing though his early stage thinning grayish white hair. He walks up the cement stairs to the broad large double doors of the church. He pushes one door open. Underestimating its weight, he only manages to open it halfway and walks though. He makes a left and walks along the back of a pew then makes a right turn to walk past the row of pews to get to the confession booths with the same sense and speed of urgency he had when he left the pond.
    A woman approaches him with dried up tears at the crevice of her eyes. “Good morning, Father,” she speaks, in wishes to speak to him.
    But he walked past, completely unaware of her presence at all, he’s only focused on Cardinal Blithe. He walks to the confession booths. He sees a door open from the brown wood-finished confession booth and a slightly taller, slightly older and broader man steps out. It’s Cardinal Blithe.
    “Father Blithe!” he shouts out with hand extended greeting him with a handshake.
    Father Blithe shakes his hand. “Ah, Father Auron. We have been expecting you,” he replies with a smile.
    “Father Blither, I apologize for my distance from the church. I was actually focusing my time in unraveling the truth in secrets of evil amongst the brotherhood.”
    “Father Auron, I assure you, I understand. That’s why we have been looking for you,” Cardinal Blithe answers.  
    “I understand, Father, but…” He pauses in caution and begins to search the sanctuary looking from left to right scanning to make sure ears don’t pick up on the conversation. “There are acts of sacrilege inside of our own house.”
    “Father Auron,” he says while he places his hands on Father Auron’s shoulders.
    Father Auron looks up at the tall figure.
    A long pale wrinkled face with dark brown beady eyes absorbs him. Grayish eyebrows are raised, causing more wrinkles in excessive skin. “I understand your petition, but I assure you it’s not sacrilege.”
    Father Auron looks at Father Blithe. The lids cover those beady dark eyes, and as they open, yellow tint eyes of a cat – with black cylinder-like pupils – peer back at him.
    “Now, as I stated previously, WE, my dear friend,” a pause takes place as long lips smirk on his face, “have been waiting for you.”

 
     

     
     
    I stand outside under a dark sky before a set of large gray metal double doors. These locked doors before me stand to deprive me, and the thirty other weary souls behind me the shelter and safe haven we all seek in this abandoned high school. I begin digging in my heavily dinged brown satchel at my side while I look back and see the wearied dirt-smudged faces of the others, who haven’t had the luxury of bathing