Friday, 30 May 2014
“Come, come forward, follow the path, follow me, there is nothing to fear, come.”
The voice was soft, gentle, almost hypnotically so, the honeyed tones beckoning, promising.
The reply was tenuous, nervous. “What will I find on the path?”
“On the path you will find love, trust, compassion. The twists and turns will reveal many acts of kindness and selflessness. Amongst the wayside rocks you will discover humility, patience and peace of mind. Beneath the overhanging branches you will be able to lead the way of life that has been denied you.”
“But I have done some very bad things in my life, I won't be allowed to follow the path.”
“No-one is denied.” Came the gentle response. “It is never too late to change, to see the light.”
“People will not accept me because of my appearance, they will be repelled, and scorn me.”
“That will not be so, they will see beyond your outer self, they will look into your heart, seek the beauty inside.”
“Will I find any chocolate on the path?”
“I said, will I find any chocolate on the path?”
“Err... yes... yes... I believe you may find some chocolate as you follow the righteous path.” Came the slightly dismayed voice.
“Lots of chocolate?”
“Well... err... it's difficult to say just how much chocolate a soul may come across on the road to redemption.” The honeyed tones of the voice began to harden slightly.
“Look, I'm not embarking on any path, road or trail, to redemption, righteousness, or anywhere else unless there is going to be plenty of chocolate on the way. So will there be lots of chocolate or not?”
“Yes, I believe there will possibly be lots of chocolate.” The voice took on an edge of impatience.
“You promise? That there will be chocolate, and lots of it?”
“Yes!” A tone of anger crept into the voice.
“Say it then, say you promise me that there will be lots and lots of chocolate. Enough to make me sick.”
“Very well then. I promise that on the path you will find lots and lots of chocolate, enough to make you sick. Enough to fill your belly thousands of times over. Enough to choke you, you greedy, self-centred, sweet-toothed, gluttonous git. Now get on that goddam PATH!!”
“Ah, what the hell.” Said the demon, and took the first step.
©2014 Stephen. J. Green.