Clear

He arrived simply, carrying himself humbly, and marveled. Before him, the vast multitudes of angels were shifting hue, changing from dark to light in every color seen upon the earth, each as stunning and magnificent as the next. Slowly, as he watched with awe, it was the light inside of them that took over, that shone so brightly in such a spectacular, dazzling way that they became clear - distinguished by their outlines as unique and yet somehow their fire burned the same. "Equal," he whispered, and it moved him that he should see it - what he had always felt in the core of his being. The Light had no color and every color at the same time, and his heart leapt as the gate opened and he stepped forward to claim his place in it.