Sep 22
I’ve never seen a sunset from a beach on the island. I’ve never seen the tropical flowers thriving in the heat, glistening with dew every morning. I’ve never sipped pina coladas from a coconut shell or watched the dolphins play in the surf. I’ve never soaked up the sun on a beach towel along the gulf of the Carribean, and I’ve never laughed at children building sand castles; children giggling with glee as the waves break closer and closer to their moat. I’ve never watched them dance from under my umbrella and straw hat…I’ve never stood by in awe as beautiful bodies hula in the darkness, dancing blissfully around a bonfire. I’ve never heard the beat, beat, beating of the drums as the tourists get drunk and lounge with content. I’ve never just laid back and relaxed in the warm salty air, having nothing to do and no one to see; I’ve never smelled the scent of the tropics or tasted the fresh pineapples and oranges. I’ve never felt the hot sand between my toes as I run next to you along the ridges that drop off into nowhere. I’ve never done these things, but when I hear you talk about them, I want you to take me there with you.
Sep 01
Someone was ringing my doorbell. It was late, and I was in the house all by myself. I was groggy from sleeping, and I instinctively sat up, threw my legs over the side of the bed. I shivered because I had been dreaming of something that had made me sweaty; now I was chilly. Who the hell was ringing my doorbell at this hour? I wasn’t expecting anyone. I tiptoed downstairs to see if I could figure out who was at my front door. I know the floorboards well, so I was very careful not to step on any of the squeaky steps or to make a whole lot of noise. There was a light on outside the door, and I could see the silhouette of a man, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another. This couldn’t be good. It was the middle of the night and some stranger was restlessly waiting for me to come to the door. Read the rest of this entry »
Jun 24
I had a strange dream this morning.
I was at church, in the front row. There was no pulpit and no altar. Instead, there was a man in front: the pastor, wearing his garb, and he was handing out communion…
It’s been years since I’ve taken communion, and I doubt I’d take it unless I was doing it to appease someone’s heart, specifically my family’s hearts. However, I’m pretty sure that I would know what to do– you just go line up along the front of the altar, kneel, the pastor will bless you, you cup your hand, receive the unleavened cracker (Christ’s body) and then pick out which shot glass of blessed wine that you are to believe is Christ’s blood and then drink.
While taking these, you ask for forgiveness and become one with God or whatnot.
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