Midnight Moon

A silent voice is what I heard.
It knew my name, it knew my whole name.
In the dark, I heard it call me. In the quiet stillness of the midnight moon, it drew me in. I fell deep into the restful, silent sound. Nothing ever sounded so sweet. I wiped the tear from cheek. I wasn't sure whether it was happiness, or if it was sadness that came over me. While I felt at peace, I wasn't sure.

When the voice said my name, it was clearer than anything before. A silent ringing in my ears. My eyes had been closed. I then heard my full name, as if it were being spelled out to me. My eyes were wide open. I almost sat up. But I couldn't.
I was frozen in my position. Maybe I was tired. But I think it was more than that. Like something was holding me down. I could only look up and out the pane of glass at the bright, white moon.

I kept hearing the silence of my name. Over and over again, as if it was drawing closer to me. But maybe I was afraid. Maybe I was terrified to move, to see if anything but the moon was there. And all at once I sat up with some release of overwhelming strength, almost like I was pushed. I stared forward for just a moment.
Then slowly, almost reluctantly, I forced myself to look outside the window beside me. I looked down to the ground. And there I saw his silhouette, standing in the snow.

His hands in his pockets, his head looking down at the covered, white earth below. And like a moon beam shining on him, I saw his head slowly turn up. As he did, his silent voice said my name once again. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't.
My heart was beating to fast; so fast I could hear it in my head and feel it in my throat.

His gaze met mine. And it only took a moment for me to see the sparkle of the moon in his dark eyes. For a brief second, I thought I felt terrified. I couldn't move once again. Like he had me locked into his sight. It nearly felt like he was beside me. He took his hands from his pockets. And reached his arms out from his body. He lifted his palms to the heavens. And I heard him silently whisper it again. I saw nothing but a black form, until that moment. Then I saw small red drops slowly drip from his hands to the white snow beneath him. Around his head started to form beads of red drops, forming a crown. It started to stream down his cheeks. And I saw crystal tears streaming from his eyes. He closed his eyes, and looked up to the skies. The moon shone brighter than ever at that moment. He said my full name again, and then with one last breath, he said "I did this for you".

In an instant it was all gone. Like I had blinked my eyes and it all disappeared. But the image was still engraved in my eyes, my mind, and my soul.
I fell backward onto the white sheets, my eyes closing as I fell. As I wiped the tears from my cheek, I realized I was happy and sad all at once. I felt at peace that he did it for me, but that it cost him pain and suffering, and even his life. But I remembered his arms outstretched. And just like my grandpa used to tell me, I could hear the silent voice speak to me again, and He said, "Yes, I love you that much."

In peace I rested, no longer afraid. I was content to find solace, under the quiet stillness of the midnight moon.