He Who Talks To God

“What do you see?” The child stood before his mother, eyes wide and staring as if through her. His small body trembled.  It was just past midnight, and he’d risen from his bed in a panic, disoriented by the darkness. “God” he answered, breathlessly, the urgency in him rising. “What does he look like?” “I […]

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Heights of Aspiration

Oh to soar above the clouds, for just one day… free-floating, empowered… what perspective would flight bring? The illusion of civilization?  The fragility of our walls? And yet we aspire to ascend… no regard for the fall.. (In response to The Daily Post photo prompt:  ascend )

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