Steve Meador is the author of Throwing Percy from the Cherry Tree, a poetry book that was an entrant for a National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize in poetry. He is widely published in online and print journals. He has been a real estate broker since the early 1980s and currently lives and practices in the Tampa, FL, area.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Suddenly, there was the brightest of lights, blinding, really, but I was able to look into it and ahead I saw movement. Whatever it was moved forward with a fluid motion, so, I followed, being curious. Then, there was music, singing, very faint and childlike. I continued to walk, but there seemed no motion or movement in my legs, I flowed, as though I were riding on the water of a stream. I looked down, but saw nothing other than the light. That was when I began to panic. The singing stopped and the sweetest of voices said, "Do not be afraid. Follow me." I then saw the figure again, blurred and moving away from me. I could see delicate wings, translucent and firm. The light was growing dim, more gray, not much different than the clouds of an afternoon storm, but the quiet was absolute.