A glowing presence appeared before me; was I awake or was I asleep?
I thought her first a stranger; she wasn’t a stranger at all.
“What is your name?” I asked. She answered: “My name is Photon.”
I thought how weird a name to be called.
“Who are you and where are you from?”
…thinking how mysterious she was.
“I was discovered over a million years ago,
and abide by whomever gives me cause!”
“You have known me all your life.” she exclaimed.
“I am powerful, mighty, and transcendent.
If not tamed, I deliver widespread loss and destruction.”
“Only God is omnipotent and omnipresent!” I clamored.
“That is true; but I was created that way for a reason.
Mistreating me results in death; respect me, and you will rejoice.
I can be a good servant, or a cruel master.
It is you who must make the choice.”
“Are you some kind of a god? Seemingly irritated she replied:
“I am not! The power lies in your hands, not mine!
You decide to use me for good or for bad. I must respond to both.
I can be a friend or foe…bring darkness or cause a light to shine.”
As her illumination began to dissipate, I asked:
“Where do you go from here?” “All over! My work will never end.
My task is to be a companion forever, to those who choose not to believe…
but the true, righteous, and faithful, they shall never see me again.”
“Just one more question,” I pleaded, ‘before you go, tell me:
who are you really, and when will you again transpire?’
“I travel the world over and manifest wherever I am called.
My name is Photon; but I’m mostly known as fire!”