Life

The desert was a deep prison. A blanket of darkness covered it in ways night could not. There was no light and no memory of it.

Her eyes shone a piercing shade of green, but they were covered by a thick fold of cloth. It meant to blind her, but could not. She saw with her spirit. A voice whispered to her. A presence led her. Now. This way. Go. Stand. Wait. She heard every word clearly. 

She stepped confidently and missed every landmine buried in the sand. Some by miles, others by an inch or less. It made no difference how close they were, she avoided them all. If she'd walked by sight she never would have made it. Only by faith could she navigate what was hidden right beneath her feet. 

Following the still small voice had taken her to the River of Life, a great roaring tumble of every ocean known to man, every creek and tear and sweat of the brow. It gathered like a storm and swept through the desert when its time came. The sand moved quickly. The water reshaped, pushed, and transformed it.

She watched as the landmines she'd slipped past were pulled to the surface by the rush of waves and piled up at the base of the river. They were pummeled relentlessly until each went off, one by one, and thousands all at once. They lit the night like the brightest day. Then every eye could see where they had been and what had taken place under the shroud of darkness. 

The desert swept away and life bloomed there. She thought it was beautiful and pulled the blindfold from her eyes.