When it really matters

A Story by Meerie_EJ

Pounding, echos, nightmares in the deep. All around, everywhere thought to be a safer place than here.

Nowhere is safe enough.

Footsteps on broken leaves and dry sticks. Out of place, still for time and place.

“Why in this way?” Calling out with fear.

“In a way as seen fit,” answered back. Unsparing, threatening.

"Who has seen fit?"

“The Judge above has decided.”

“Even through innocence, bloody murder screams!” Fear overcome, speaking clear.

“Your dress and skin shine through dark, is seen by eyes of all in what is shone, never could these things hide what is in the heart,” is all that is said through the sound of pounding.

“Pounding of drums or of men?” Fear returns, wasn’t courage supposed to be greater than fear?”

“Neither could speak so clear my dear. Murder has been seen.”

“Only mistake as in murder! Murder not of flesh but of falling short!”

“Murder from blade or from thought, all is same. And look, stumble in darkness, your foot falls short.”

Leaves crack, racing, heart racing.

Muscles burn, how long could continue this dreadful chase? Fear of life comes into play in every new way, every step toward escape brings death closer to life.

Being caught, being sought. Knowing that in arms of what answers back nears worser fate than death itself.

Cries now from the deep circle, circle.

“Forgiveness begs to be seen, is forgotten as is all that was green. Guilt felt, sorrow known. Neither given as payment for sin forever undone!”

“Could be given,” answers back in all stillness, stopped by everything felt, everything known.

Rise and fall.

“Had want of forgiveness been heard.”

Heart stopped, throat locked. If only sought, this fear would be for naught!

“But now everything sought is everything owed.” All three answer back.

Circling, circling.

Stand still but for rise and fall.

“See how now forgiveness is begged? See faltering hearts and withering souls? Turned back too late,” whispered, called.

Rivulets join dampness below. Thought below, salt or sea air?

Sorrow, the earth should know.

“Now what is asked is justice, for the endings of sufferings! Grant this,” voice now louder called.

“What is asked?” All three resound, poundings ignored but still clear.

“A drop of water placed on tongue, a soft lullaby whispered, sung, gentleness into that fearful black,” whispered so clearly now.

“If asked before, never would have failed to assure. But only when presented with what was lost and what was gained, turning back was only then caused. You saw the line, you knew the mark. If only for fear of your heart so dark. Before, you could repent, but now that time is spent.”

“Trembling fills, darkness trills, would that vision now so clear, would have removed that fear.”

“Indeed, fear is gone in those who hoped in what darkness thought wrong. Heard and spoke, new life awoke, but in you, refused to even hope."

"Hope thought foolish. Foolish now seen, is the fool who doubts in what could have freed," a sigh escapes cracked and weary lips.

"Take judgment. Murder and strife paid for with your life," three echoed.

"My eyes now opened, my eyes now see. If only those before saw differently than me. Judgement takes me surely through fire."

"Finally, my hope is for those, who believed and were saved. What a glorious thing that certainly is."

© 2018 Meerie_EJ

Author's Note

What do y'all think of the narrative style?
Reviews would be much appreciated!
Salvation is free! Always remember that Jesus loves you and wants you to believe in him who loved you so much that he died for you. But he didn't just die, he rose again, defeating death so we might have life with him!! I think thats the most wonderful thing ever!