I sat in a cluttered forest, the moss on the log provided a cushion. I felt my chest sink as I thought about all the sadness I’ve been carrying around. The wind whistled through the treetops; I watched the canopies swaying back and forth, looked up at the ray of sunlight shining through the trees. There was a glimmering from the bright yellow leaves falling from above, as if I was being showered in gold, and I saw God.

God had come down as the wind and shined bright above me so I may watch what beauty comes from death. I felt the deepness of my sorrow close up and God told me it was okay to let go. Some things must die for us to move forward. I had been fighting this death for so long.

I let go of everything I felt sorrow for, and a building lifted from my body. I leaned in and heard nothing but vibrations in the air. The whooshing around me carried my pain. And I wept with a smile on my face because life is truly beautiful, even after a death.