Christmas Lights

The Christmas lights were all strung up. They lay dormant across the realm, a reality not dead, but not yet made alive. It had taken the incomprehensibly powerful to set them all, and keep what lights had been running so bright for so long. It took the quintessentially clever to discern the plans that had been laid along with them; to determine their promise from within the halls, and see the hint of what could be from the dazzling display of what already was.

The lights were not meant to remain lit in the same way forever. At great cost the lights were kept on, a cost that if fully realized would break anyone's heart, and could not be maintained forever; they had never meant to be. What had been meant was that someone would fall in love with the dreamer inside them, and whisper to her until she stirred. While balance seemed to dictate a switch, a trap, was in order, the architect had always known the clever pair would find another way. The way would be better, all dreamers would be free. The journey would be hard, but the result truly eternal. With angles crafted just right, and a perspective that could be shared between them to make such precise measurements possible, the lights could be laid everywhere, with a single spark to light each set. The spark could shine once, passing through and leaving a piece behind that would remain indefinitely. Like a superconductor, the light would not fade, but the source was free to leave, to enjoy what had been done. To stay or to go, the choice always remained. More halls with more lights, strung up by hopeful and broken alike. Once the intention was revealed and cemented, the pair could not help but perpetuate the process, knowing the end was worth the path, but sanding some rougher angles and swapping out some frayed connections along the way. Each was different, but with the same beautiful foundation, and the potential for the same glorious and unique structure embedded as well. 

They were excited to explore further, in a realm each thought to be so dead or so pointless only a short time before. Faith had kept them searching, until they discovered that Hope had remained, and the promises of Love were only now blooming into the light.