Tomorrow had arrived for Elijah. He understood that the path he walked was his own. He understood he had to return to Jerusalem. He was expected. Expected by God. Elijah had dreamed of that sacred land, the land where he would face all the last liars. He would look them in the eyes, say nothing, smile one last time, and watch them disappear into what was yesterday. Since the day he was born, he had been told
Tomorrow will come.
Today, he could finally say it was time. He had already walked through Jerusalem, without even knowing it. But he had left with a treasure, one he carried within. He had already looked lies in the eyes and seen them vanish. He had seen that God was present everywhere, so powerfully. That light reigned over this kingdom of heaven. He had listened to the man who once told him:
When you stand before God, you can not say but I was told by others to do thus.
And that is what he had done, in that kingdom. In his canvas bag, old as time, he searched for his cross, not the one that imposed a god upon him, but the one that led him, through the beliefs of men, toward the divine path. It was gone. He had lost it back there, on the sacred lands of Jerusalem. He had laid his faith before God. After passing through all those religious temples that reminded him of the beauty of divine faith, in which he had seen the faith that carried all those souls who perceive. He did not pull the cross from the bag, but a precious stone, a gem. In his hand, he held amber. It had been polished by God. Through the amber, he saw even more clearly. He looked at the sun, and understood that all the words, all the questions he had asked of God, the answers he could not yet see were already in his hands. So much had he longed to fly away with the wings of Icarus. He remembered then his crossing of Jerusalem, and he vowed to return, and rest eternally upon those sacred lands when the world had decided it was time, when God had brought complete peace. But he knew. He had to bring peace, to each soul along his path, that was not yet complete to reach Jerusalem.
He knew he had crossed Jerusalem many times, but that only when he remembered that all around him was Jerusalem, could he look upon those who had waited, those who, awaiting his return, had prepared for him a throne within a temple. He knew he must not sit. That it would not be rest. But that his mission was to rise before them with the wings of Icarus to rest in the eternal heavens. Within the cosmic infinite. He will have fulfilled his mission, proven the divine to those who had waited. And he shall restore divine justice,
Forever.