There, in the pitch black of the cave, i lay motionless, between consciousness, where no light seems to penetrate. In the darkness i fall far, far beyond my ability to cope or reason. All my efforts exhausted. I can feel the abyss coming towards me. Like a dark hand reaching out to grab my motionless state. With no fight i wait for its cold grasp. Then suddenly, a flicker of light. It catches what little attention i have left. The light softly explodes into a flame. In awe i sit up and focus on the flame. Beneath the flame facial features start to absorb the light until an entire face is formed. It is saintly. A sense of warmth and hope splashes against my being like waves to the shores. I look back into the darkness. The abyss has receded. I look back at this saint who points to a path that my human eyes could not see. I stagger to my feet. At that moment the saint disappears but the flame remains. A gentle push forces a step towards the lit path. My human curiosity takes advantage as i ask "where does this path lead to?". " A way out" is softly uttered in my ears.
A tribute to St Jude. Saint of hopeless causes and despair.