Descent

I was falling.

I was plummeting to my impending doom when all of a sudden I heard a voice call out to me.

“Not yet,” it whispered right into my ear, barely audible against the roaring winds intertwining with my screams.

And then everything stopped.

I was frozen in a sea of nothingness, suspended in mid-air. My arm remained stretched out, a desperate hand reaching out for salvation that would never come. Whether my eyes were glued wide open or snapped shut would forever remain a mystery to me.

Was I dead? Was I going to die?

I’d have much rather crashed into that rocky abyss than be trapped here in the vast Unknown.

“Not yet!” the same voice boomed, piercing through the silence and reverberating around me.

Was it God? Was I being spared for some divine task that only I could fulfill? Or was it the devil, and I was just trapped here, waiting to be used as his pawn?

There wasn’t much else I could do except wait until the voice-the God or the devil-was ready for me.

I waited for hours, maybe days, weeks, months, years...lifetimes.

I waited until all of my questions faded into the back of my mind and only then did I get the one answer I’d been looking for from the start.

It was like a spark burst into flames.

My life flashed before my eyes, and in an instant, I was back upon that dreaded cliff, moments before my fall. I’d returned face to face with my perpetrator. I was finally able to look into the eyes of my murderer and demand an answer, but as I met my brother’s tortured gaze, I knew I’d be falling once more...

Back into the Unknown.