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In
the Darkness, we sludge through the mire, seldom even looking up,
resolved to the despair. "This is just the way it is", we console
ourselves. It does not get any better, it seems.
But,
once in a generation, an upward glance catches a glimpse of a heavenly
flicker. Some of these souls, not all, stand up and stare into the sky,
looking for the source of the light that briefly aroused wonder.
Others just ignore the flash of light, and trudge away.
One
soul wiped the muck from his face with his filthy hand. He looks
around, in confused wonder, and tried to make out what he perceived as
figures in white, walking along trying to assist the confused crowd in
the chaos. But, most all of the crowd were oblivious to them. A few
swatted at them as if they were flies.
One
of the bright ones took my face in his hand, and pointed my eyes toward
the heavens. A great light, beyond the flickering stars, began to fill
my view.
" O, Light, send the rain and wash away the mud from our eyes!"
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