A Prayer for the Suddenly Alive

A boiling hot drop of water,
having spent its existence
resisting the living sacrifice
of refuge in the mountain stream,
by some amazing measure of grace called Death,
reaches the Ocean.

Does it turn these churning waters to steam?
Hell no!

It finally learns how to CHILLLLL OUT....

Fred Phelps, may you rest in the peace you denied yourself here,
and better luck next time.


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Published by Waldo Noesta

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