Loneliness of light

The preacher stands above his congregation, his flock attentive to the words that fill the hall with light. Resounding rays of prophecy echo across weathered hardwood floorboards that have aged with countless dragging of red extruded polymer chairs, stacked high, almost ascending to the heaven that the preacher is proselytising. He stands tall in his moment of exposure, exalted with conviction. The congregation remains in awe as he speaks, the silence that endures between pauses of breath is reminiscent of the existent stillness as it wafts through space. He speaks of time, time that has passed and the time that is now. They both merge into what could be and each eye which bears witness to this discourse is reminded of a similar time. A connection is made between speaker and listener, yet the preacher has a vacancy within the black pools flashing across his pupils. A madness has encircled the inner world behind those pools and it is a lonely madness. It is the loneliness of light that usurps his sanity, as God is Alone, so is this man as he preaches above the flock of his kin.