Am I ready?
[She smiles.] That is for you to decide. [His fingers brush a few wispy hairs from my forehead.]
Yes, you are. [They glance at each other, then at me. A wave rolls through the air and passes through my chest.]
Tell me again about the World.
What would you like to know?
Why must it be?
[His eyes are soft now.] We will not be far away.
Will I know?
And what about Love?
Yes, that too. [God speaks together and they each place a hand on my shoulders. Her hand is light, His gentle.]
How will it be?
The same as here. Cloudspeak.
The world looks so cold from here. Will it carry?
It is cold. [She grows warmer.] Yes, it is cold. But it will carry. [His face tells me the story of Jesus.]
All will be renewed?
It is. [We are holding hands now, and always were.]
Will I know?
No. [Even then those words rhymed.]
They won’t understand me, you know.
No! [We laugh together.]
I can’t wait to touch the stones.
Yes, of course. [She smiles now, thinking about the stones.] I made those.
I can’t wait for the stones, [name redacted].
And the water.
How strange it must be to see only with eyes and hear only with ears. [I am calculating now.]
Strange, yes. And for some, no eyes and no ears.
How will we manage?
Cloudspeak. [Her sight is focused on a far-off star, and She knows how far. Her eyes are yellow.]
They won’t understand me.
No. [We cry together.]
And Right? And Good? And True?
Yes, that too. All of that. [He understands.] And Loss.
[We see time passing. We are the only ones now, floating in the middle of black. It is only He, and She, and I. She teaches me a new song about the color green, and about fire. He adds a second verse about tennis shoes and picture books.]
What do I see? [Something in the World catches my attention.]
Men and women.
But I don’t…
They won’t understand…
…me. You didn’t tell me this before.
What will you do?
[I look at the Sun and the Earth spinning in circles. And He and She and everyone else not spinning. I remember the songs They sang and the time I first sang along. I remember all the ones who are there and the ones who have already returned. And I remember the stones.] Cloudspeak.