Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Heads Are Turning Towards The Sky

The look on my face was priceless. He slipped me the piece of paper, calmly whispering in my ear.

"Are you ready?"

"For what," I asked.

"Ready for it all."

"Peace be upon you," he said. "The peace of God."

-Originally written October 1, 2006

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