Secret Name

By G. Matthew King

 

            Dreams ran together in slow rivers; currents of colors and eddies swirled.  
Reds flowed into blues; violets emerged deeper than sin.  A green slunk down beneath the
surface as a sharp yellow cut off a driplet of orange.  Wax-like, the images flowed, mixing
colors and contrasts, or twisted bodily around each other.  They writhed and twisted like
snakes, curling into new patterns.  Bubbles formed and burst with the sound of sighs.  A
rushing noise now, the soft whir of a thousand feathered wings.  Images not to be looked
upon by mortality as the black and white feathers carried figures overhead.  The colors
pooled into a rainbow of spiraling chaos as the sainted and the damned alike joined together
in song.  Thunder rolled slowly through the electricity filled air.  Stars twinkled in the
bright sunshine, cascading down to join the soft rain of the purest colors.  Each dew droplet
caught the light of a thousand hopes, refraction and reflection, splitting the spectrum.  The
reds, greens, blues, a trace of black with a streak of white, all boiled together into a seething
mass of colored ecstasy.  The symphony grew; the sweet voices of the lost and never-forgotten
blended with the harsher tones of ones never disloyal, punctuated by booms of thunder and the
crackle of static. The heat resonated as the coldest breeze blew over the shattered crystal.
Bright and fast flowed the rainbow whirlpool as the daemons and aasimons looked onward singing
praises to the light.  A moment of incredible silence, all stillness trapped in a bubble of
pure beauty.  An explosion as the whirlpool spouted forth a column of fire and ice called Truth
through the cosmos.

            Darkness, broken by the burning of a small candle flame, far away in the distance.
Someone had spoken the secret name of God, and God answered.  

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