In an open air church I was finally cornered and brought
to my knees. A stained glass interpretation of my own immortality
crumbled before my eyes and I was humbled in the presence
of our father. His voice filled the void between my ears and his vision
extracted my sight and reshaped my delusions of grandeur; I was left
deaf, dumb and blind of all evil. Completely transformed into this new being;
a being, grateful not to have been cast into the fiery pits of eternal Hell,
but rather to have been reborn to an eternal life. A new life and new beginning
where even trolls and wart frogs have wings with which to fly….
2008 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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