the attic.

Hopes wait in the eave of memories yearning for the moment when the dust will be cleared. Light comes through the cracks in the floor boards. I must wait in the dimly lit corner of this attic…

Like a childhood game of hide and seek, I wait for the Seeker to unearth my hiding place and let light in. Time moves slowly. Seconds fade to minutes as anticipations grow.

I begin to forget about the game and stumble around, feeling through the dusty objects around me. My movements make the floor creak, reminding me I must stay in the corner.

I let my mind travel to the Seeker. I have never seen Him, but I know He is good. I have heard He can find people in the darkest of hiding places.

I look up and notice a light growing in the room. It spills over the contents of the attic and fills the eaves. The light is more fascinating than even the largest of objects in the room.

My excitement grows. I yearn to throw open the attic door and announce His arrival but the beautiful display before my eyes contains me to my corner.

Suddenly, the attic door is swung open and I see the shadow of a Man. My eyes fill with tears of awe as the dust clears from the room and I realize I have been found.

…to think if I had opened the door and missed this exhibition of beauty.