She stood lonely and cold and shivering, the wind whipping her hair. She turned her face away from the wind, but she could not escape the chill, the gray, and most horribly, the loneliness. The empty, bleak moor contained only an old, crumbling brick wall. But the emptiness inside her was bigger than the emptiness outside. She let a few tears fall, and then she stumbled forward, landing in a crouch beside the brick wall. She began to weep, afraid she would never stop. She looked up with a despairing cry, and then she saw it—a Light! Everything inside her stopped, as if someone had frozen her in an instant. The wind and the moor and the crumbling wall seemed to disappear, and she felt as if the Light made everything else insignificant. It drew her mind and heart and emotions, and the loneliness began to be swallowed up by It. Suddenly she knew the Light was a Person, and she knew this Person would trudge with her, even carry her, through the rest of the moor, through the rest of the suffering she knew she must endure.
Christa Upton Black Hills Picture Books Edgemont, SD 57735