The Light on the Stairs
He stopped, transfixed, on the stairs. Something about the window- the way the light cascaded through its multicolored panels and pooled at his feet on the carpet staircase had caught his attention this morning that hadn’t been there before. No, it must’ve been there the whole time- it was just that he hadn’t seen it until this morning. Green, red, yellow, blue, and purple light spread itself into a divine tapestry and here he was standing right in the middle of it, totally unaware of its existence. How could he have been so blind? And then, when the blame crept into his mind, it held the door open for its good friend and companion, worry, to follow behind. And he thought, oh God. What if this has ruined the world for me? What if my eyes are cursed to judge all that they see by this impossible rubric? For truly, he had known as soon as he set eyes upon the masterpiece that nothing could possibly compare to it. And at this thought, this realization, he despaired. Because t...