The sea lived in those eyes. They were powerful, reagle, and restless. The mirror chilled his fingertips as Brent gazed into the glass. If only they were his. His eyes closed and darkness comforted him. Brent didn’t need to see to know the dream had faded. Every time he opened his eyes and saw who he really was a part of him died. He had done all he could to give life back the color it once had, but still hope withered. He rested in the bliss. The air smelt moist and he licked the salt off his lips. The muffled sounds of life drifted past. Only the blind could truly see. Light invaded and reality concurred. In the scratched mirror stood a man with dark hair and a weathered face. His brown eyes stared into Brent's soul and found nothing. Brent inhaled and slicked back his greasy hair. It would do. He picked up his duffle bag and shouldered open the door. A hundred conversations assaulted him as he merged into the flow of life. He walked briskly as the sky began to shed its tears. “Train to, port kembla, now boarding.” chimed an automated voice from above. Brent stepped aboard and ducked into the lower deck. He scooted into an empty row and looked out the window, throwing his duffle bag on the seats beside him. “Cair if I join ya?” A tattered old man pointed to Brent's bag with his cane. Brent caught the man out of the corner of his eye, of course he cared, why else would a bag need two seats. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. After giving the man plenty of time to find another seat Brent chanced a look. The man hadn't moved. He exhaled and scooted his bag over. “Thank ya kindly.” The elderly man fell back into the chair. The train hissed and Brent looked out the window as the platform began to slide by. “My names charlie.” Brent studied the graffiti outside. “Your name is Brent Wolf is it not?” He looked over casually “Yeah, what about it.” The elderly mans green eyes sparkled “Well sir I have come to offer you a proposal.” “Thank you for the offer.” Brent turned his back to the man. “Mr. wolf, if you are willing to listen, I believe you will find what I have to say quite interesting.” Gods angry voice echoed in the rolling clouds above. “ Go find someone else to Gip.” “Mr. wolf this is no trick. I’m certain what I have can help you. ” Brent sighed and turned to face the man “ Look, I’m not stupid alright so go sell your junk to someone else.” The man sighed. “Very well.” He struggled to his feet and placed a white card on the dirty seat. “For when you change your mind.” Brent glanced at the card and scoffed. The old man hobbled down the aisle humming “Hands stained red, hearts the same. Men who seek money and fame…” his song was pleasantly interrupted by the hiss of trains distaste. Brent pressed his cheek against the glass and looked to the skies. They billowed and swirled like smoke from a chimney. Brent closed his eyes. He was awoken by a cheery voice as it sang over the train speakers. “This train terminates at, Port Kembla.” Brent groaned and shouldered his duffle bag. He eyed the card and pocketed it. Don't want anyone else to buy what that old man was selling. The void car pulled up to the station and Brent waited impatiently for the door to open. It didn't. The train began to chug forward and pick up speed. “Hey!” Brent pounded against the door. He put down his duffle bag and jogged to the front of the train. “Hey you missed my stop!” He looked threw the small cabin door window. It was ghostly empty. Brent jerked back. Outside indistinct foliage flew past. He clutched a pole. Any second now the train would reach the end of the line. Brent braced for impact his knuckles went white. Five seconds, ten seconds, twenty He hesitantly let go of the pole. “Next stop, Wentworth station.” The train slowed and Brent wandered over to the doors. They parted revealing the green eyes of a teenager. The eyes widened and immediately the young man dropped his bag and knelt. The whole world stopped and instantly fell to its knees. Brent blinked and gazed into what was a world so still and silent it may as well have been a photograph. “Denarius.” A well dressed man with blue eyes and a forced smile approached Brent, arms open wide. A little girl ran in front of him “Move!” His voice darkened and he kicked a small girl out of his way. The girl flew in to the stations hard cement and began to cry. Quickly two men stole the girl away. “Denarius I’m so glad you have graced us with your presence. Come we mustn't stay with these pigs.” He gestured to the kneeling people around them and lead Brent toward his limozeen. Brent shook his head and pulled away. “Who are you? Where am I?” “I trust your trip was pleasant but I must say your mode of transportation was… an interesting choice.” “What did you do to that girl?” “Quickly we haven't time to waste” “ Who do you think you are! You can’t just treat people like that!” The man stopped “I’m am royalty. Surely you of all people understand this.” “I don't care who you are you can't just drop kick a little girl.” The man paused and stared into Brent's eyes “You're not Denarius. You're a criminal! I could have sworn…” Brent stood fists clenched a fire licking up into his eyes. “Guards!” yelled the man turning with a swirl of his cape. Two men grabbed Brent’s arms. “Hey, let go!” He thrashed against their grasp. “Put this man were he belongs.” and the blue eyed man stepped into the limozean. The guards hands were like vice grips, as they dragged Brent down the stairs. “ Halt.” the gate keeper stopped Brent's captures. “What are you doing with this man.” “He is a crimal, look at his eyes.” he peered into Brent's eyes “He is but a commoner, Release him!” “What?” One of the guards that held him let go and looked at Brent. “They were black! I swear!” “I said release him!” The remaining guard that held him let go. Brent rubbed his arms and furrowed his brow. My eyes are black? The commanding guard gestured to him “Don't just stand there like an Idiot, move!” Brent sprung to life and bounded up the stairs. The evening light cast long shadows as a river of green eyes flowed around him. “How did you do that?” A excited teen grasped Brent's shoulders. “Woah.” Brent jerked back and held the teen at arms distance. “Dude, give me some space.” “How did you make your eyes green?” “My eyes are brown alright! not green or black or anything else so just leave me alone.” “You're an amorphic.” A smile grin cracked and grew on the teens brightening face. “I knew it! I knew they were real.” “Look I just need to know where I am and how to get home.” “Of course.” The teen ran his hands threw his hair. “Follow me.” He bounced out of the way of traffic. Brent hesitated and followed. “Ok, ok, ok the myths say you come from a world where your eye color doesn't really matter right? Well here it's different. Either your eye color determines who you are or you determine your eye color I can't really tell the difference. My mom always said you decided who you would be before you were born but…” “What?” Brent stared skeptically at the young man “Right, right focus, so the point is here your eye color shows your personality. Blue is regal, green is lively, and black is strong. The blue eyes took over a long time ago and the black eyes have been fighting against them ever since. Us green eyes we just kinda go with the flow.” “How did I get here?” “Don't know but Legend tells of being from another world that was all these qualities and could change the color his eyes at will.” “So…” “So you're like the most special person ever!” “Fine, but how do I get home.” “The stories always had something about a riddle, You don't happen to have a riddle do you?” Brent fumbled through his pocket and pulled out the white card.

Hands stained red

Souls the same

Men who seek

Power and fame

The lost and weary

The broken heart

All have come

To play their part

But only when

They truly see

Can the captive

Be set free

“Woah! That's so cool!” The teen fidgeted with his fingers. Brent scowled at him “No not cool! How am I going to get home?” “You solve the riddle of course.” Brent closed his eyes trying to ignore the teens rambling in the background. Only when you truly see. Can the captive be set free. How do you truly see? Brent felt the warmth of the evening light as it soaked into his skin. He relaxed. All around him voices boomed but he tuned them out. A bird sang in the distance its melody cascading through the air to Brent's ear. He smelt the blooming buds as they unfurled and welcomed the world. Only the blind man could truly see. An image found his mind. Brent had blue eyes and sat upon a golden throne. His jaw was set and unmoving, and there was no mercy in his gaze. Brent pushed the picture away, it wasn't him. He saw himself again and his green eyes twinkled playfully. Dressed in commoner’s clothes he knelt before his taskmaster. In there was no courage in this man. Brent pushed the image away, it wasn’t him. He saw himself once more and his black eyes stared unwavering. His burly muscles tensed. Brent searched the man's eyes and found no joy. It wasn't him. One more man stepped on to the seen. His brown eyes confidently peered into Brent's own and a smile cracked on his lips. This was him. Brent put his hand on the man's shoulder and embraced him. He opened his eyes. “... so it could be that you're supposed to like find deep inner vibes but who knows. ” Brent walked toward the train determination in his step. “Hey. Where are you going?” The teen jogged after him. Brent stepped aboard the train. “What are you doing?” the teen stopped outside the door. “I’m finding myself.” The doors closed and the train chugged forward. The bustling station passed from view and a wall of green filled the windows. The car began to quake underneath his feet. “Sir I must ask you to leave.” Brent groaned and cracked open his eyes. The conductor shook him once more. “Alright, alright, I’m up.” Brent stretched and rubbed his head. “Sir I need you to get off.” “Ok, I’m moving.” groggily he wandered to the door. Brent stepped into the rain and its sweet fragrance brought his senses to life.. He took a deep breath of the cool air. “Did you enjoy your trip.” The tattered old man sat smiling on the lone bench. Cool streams dribbled down brent's neck and cheek. “Uh ya, It was pretty crazy.” Brent walked over to him and gestured to the old man's cane occupying the bench. “Can I sit? ” The old man looked at Brent from the corner of his eye. “No.” Brent chuckled and the thunder joined him.

Today I wrote a note to my dad

Because today he was feeling quite sad

And then as I saw his smiling face

I thought of my dad who lives up in space

And I wondered at my stupidity

As I had never given Him a note from me

And I thought "if my dad thought it was great,

Then I should probably articulate

So Dad here's my love letter to You

And I want you to know every word of its true.

The first thing I want to say

Is thank you for today

And for all my sins that you pay

And for letting me stay

After I run away

Also I know I'm petty bad

And a lot of times I make you sad

Or mad

But that's the good thing about having you dad

You love me even when I stumble

And grumble

When in my hart I mumble

And when away from you I tumble

Because all you see

Is the good part of me

Which is quite small I'm sure you'll agree

So thank you for all that you are

And that you comforting love is never a fare

And even though my harts like tare

You treasur it like an old car

Your the best

In the west

And the east, the north, the south

And you heard it from my very own mouth

I love you dad

No more books.

No more words..

They will never set me free

No more lectures.

No more debates.

They will never answer me.

No more songs.

No more chords.

They will never convince me.

I don't believe in the God of song,

Of pages or eloquent speech.

I believe in the God of power.

And nothing will ever shake me

Here in the very last moments I stand

Reminding her of my love, I squeeze her hand

Decrypted and frail but thats not what I see

I see the woman that pored herself out for me

A million words are held on my lips

The hope of new life my hart still grips

My tears fall as I try to express

And all I've done, I begin to confess

A thousand pictures fly threw my head

I look up once more and I find she's dead.

Life is short and what can you do

You must cling to hope for soon this will be you

Dear Sir

        I would like to thank you for your cordial invitation. And although I would like to speak at your campus I unfortunately have other circumstances demanding my attendance. I beg that you accept my humble apologies. However, I will sum up all I have to say here, so that the word the Lord has given me may be shared among you. I have noticed that although you believe in Christ and profess your faith you and your congregation still eagerly seek success. Although I do agree it is good to make full use of ones abilities I do not believe it necessary that you chase after this goal as you do. Everyone must be aware of his calling and should the Lord instruct a man to run his own business or if He places him in a position of authority so be it! However I would like you recognize there is nothing success has to offer you. First it can not offer you wealth, as you are already rich beyond any man on earth in a currency that is imperishable. Success can not give you happiness and besides endless, unconditional joy is granted to you. It can not offer you friendship as the friends of a rich man simply seek after his money. You already have the greatest friend in the world and millions of brothers and sisters so what is there to want? Therefore I remind you that Jesus is your all in all and you have no need of what this world is trying to sell you. Send my greetings to the congregation and I am praying for you constantly. 

Sincerely John Smith

Before me lye

Meny grains of sand

They stretch into the distance

A thousand tasks

Of endless dutys

That stifle my existence

So much to do

So much to say

They stand in stiff resistance

I lack the will

I can't do it all

I think I need assistance

I place it all

At your feet

I need your great persistence

Once again

You remind me

That you will carry me

Many have asked, few have known

What makes us act they way we do

Many have said the mind has the throne

But I'm afraid that's just not true

While the mind may rule quite often

And over the body it has its way

Before emotion will it soften

It's iron grip that holds the day

When emotion rises from its slumber

The mind begins to fear

And to the throne it does lumber

The mind see’s it's end is near

It tries to resist, it tries to reason

But emotion will not hear it!

Emotion tries the mind with treason

And casts him into a pit

It sits back into the chair

And does whatever it may will

It does not care about what is fair

For logic it did kill

Sometimes it will bless the world with love

Sometimes it will destroy with fear

Sometimes it's as innocent as a dove

Sometimes it brings the devil near

Emotion is always reclass

Only one thing can keep it still

If you were the cross as a necklace

And call on God your need to fill

“Remember” came the voice of my best friend John as the light faded “Once you’ve gone in you might never come out.” There was a heavy thunk as the chamber was sealed and it was dark. I took a deep breath and the scent of decay flooded my nostrils. A purple speck illuminated in front of me. Like a single star in space it stared at me, unblinking. Then slowly it was joined by another as the time machine began its climb to discharge. 'What am I doing!' my mind screamed as I began to panic. The lights began to swell, pulsing as the energy of 10 nuclear reactors was pumped into them. 'You have nothing to stay for,' I reasoned with myself 'but now you will be the first of all mankind to know the truth.' A prick of pain shot through my arm. I jumped and jerked my head to the right. The light, now the size of a grape, had sent a thread that weaved to my arm like a snake through the sand. Then all around me the lights began to inject their essence into me. I arched my back and gritted my teeth as what felt like a hundred needles plunged deep into my skin. Then the fire began, and it felt as though someone had dropped an ember on my arm. Jerking my arm to my face I looked, and in the purple glow I could just make out the skin surrounding where the thread had attached itself. It was burning. 'No!' I fell back against the wall in shock. More strings of light plunged into me and the burning became an inferno. “Arraghhhh!” I howled and my muscles began to spasm. All I knew was pain and then there was nothing. I can not truly explain what I felt after that moment. It was like sinking. You try to grasp for the light above you but you can’t, and darkness becomes all you know. But as I sank something caught me. A purple ghost, formless and void, oozed out of me surrounding me in its haunting light. And then it began to pull me, yanking me from the darkness. It threw me upon long grass and then receded into me. I do not know how long I lay there, a second, a millennia, or maybe I am still laying there, my body, still and alone in the waving grass, but eventually I sat up. Around me were endless rows of trees standing among a golden sea of grass ungilating in the light breeze. I felt strange, like one does when you just wake up from a dream. I must have always been here but who was I. I blinked and rubbed my face with my hands. They tingled as they touched me. 'Thats strange.' I thought, but was it? 'Maybe I was always this way' I reasoned but something just didn't feel right. I grabbed a nearby tree as I tried to stand. “Arraghhhh!” the sound of agony echoed through my mind and I fell back. 'What?' I asked and I looked to the tree. It was brittle and dead. I reached forward and touched it."Arraghhhh!" I pulled my hand back and stared. Then, I grasped it. An image flooded into my mind. Darkness was all around me. Then a speck of purple light appeared before me. It grew and others joined it and they began to empty themselves into me like lightning striking a tree. There was pain, a scream of agony, and the vision ended. I let go. Memories began to crash upon me like waves upon the shore and I fell to my knees. I heard John, as he pleaded with me not to go, I saw myself as I told my wife I would be the test subject and I remembered my tears as I discovered there was no God, no purpose ,and no hope. I was Jack Couper, a dreamer, a genius and a fool. I knelt among the grass as my life flashed before my eyes. I took a deep breath and rose to one knee. Then I stood and ran my hands through my hair as I looked around me. They tingled, the sensation traveling through my arm and into my chest. I looked at my hands. They seemed normal but had a purple tint, almost an electric glow, about them. I looked back to the dead tree and then to the endless rows of trees beyond it. “This must be limbo.” I said aloud. A theoretical place that was without time. I looked back to the dead tree 'This must be mine.'  Nearest to my tree stood a pine, not as tall as many of the others but beyond its youth. I walked over to it and hesitantly pinched one of its needles. Nothing happened. I ducked under its branches and rubbed my fingers along its rough bark. Suddenly my vision faded and I was seeing thru the eyes of a different man. “I’ll see you later ok sweety,” said the man “ Ok daddy.” came his daughters reply. The man opened the door but stopped as his wife called “Don't forget the groceries John”. I let go. 'This tree, this is John's.'  I looked to the horizon. “These must all be people.” I said, as I walked back over to my tree “But why is my tree dead?” I asked out loud. A little ways away I spotted a tree similar to mine, but it was taller. I put my hand to its trunk. My vision faded as the sound of a pump greeted me and feeling of a warm hand. I couldn't open my eyes and they felt heavy like someone held them closed. I felt weak and frail like I had been swimming for a long time and now it was time to sink. “Please mom.” whispered the woman. “God please!” and then I felt my head go under and I drifted into darkness. I let go of the dead tree. “So that must mean, I’m dead.” I said outloud. “Well mostly dead.” added a mans voice. I whipped around and there stood before me a dark skinned man in a white robe. He extended his hand to me with a friendly look on his face. I stared and then slowly took it. “Hello.” he said as we shook hands. “My name is I am.”  'What?' My mind tripped as as I tried to grasp what he said. “What are you looking for?” The man asked. “Uh I don't know,” I said staring “Who are you?” “I am” he said. “But how did you get here?” I asked. “I came here for you.” he answered “Now, what are you looking for?” “But how? Did they send you here before me?” I questioned him, confused. “You mean your scientists. No they couldn't get anyone here if they tried” he said with a chuckle. " I let you come here so you could find what you were looking for". “But where is here?” I asked. “Your scientists back on earth liked to call it limbo but It's more of a sanctuary if you ask me.” 'So the time machine worked. I’m not on earth' I thought. I took a step back from the man. “What are you?” I asked “Don't worry.” he said holding out his hand “I’m flesh just like you.” and he showed me a scar on his palm. “Here, let me show you something,” and before I could respond the earth shifted under my feet and we were transported to a different place.  Shaken I fell to my hands and knees and gripped the grass. “Ya, it's a little frightening the first time.” He said and he helped me to my feet. “I’m pretty sure this is what you wanted to see.” I looked up. Before me stood a waterfall whose top was obscured by the clouds that encircled it. It flowed with power and beauty, casting rainbows werever the sun hit its mist. And the trees that surrounded it grew tall like redwoods stretching into the clouds. “Touch it.” The man told me. I looked at him 'Why should I trust you?' I thought. “Because I know you better than you think.” he answered 'What? Did you just read my thoughts!' “Ya its one of the things I can do.” He said “Now go, touch it.” 'I guess I don’t have much of a choice' I thought and I wandered toward the water. I looked back and the man gave me a wink. I turned and took a deep breath putting my finger into the water. My vision faded and the world went black. Nothing happened, I felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing, there was just nothing. Then like fire works everything, every event, feeling, sound, sight, thought, everything filled my senses. I yanked my finger from the water and flew back like I had been hit by a bus. The man chuckled and walked over to my dazed from lying on the ground. “You might want to use time to limit what you see. Just imagine you're touching a river instead of a waterfall. I guess you could try a water fall again, that's my favorite way to view it, but if you have never lived outside time before it's a little… surprising.” I looked up at the man 'What am I doing! I die, go to limbo, and then become a strangers entertainment' “ Not quite,” he said “ remember you're only mostly dead, I'm not a stranger and you're not here to entertain me, although you have done quite a good job so far”. 'And the man can read my mind.' I continued as he helped me up 'I must be going crazy! Maybe this is all a bad dream and I’ll wake up any minute now.' “Sorry that's also wrong. Here let me help you.” he grabbed my hand and dove his other hand into the water. The world went dark and there was nothing. What happened next cannot be explained for there is nothing like it on earth. The man became three beings and yet remained one and together and through one another they created. First there was light and it shown from Them, brighter than any supernova. Then from them expanded an empty void a canvas on which a masterpiece could be painted. They flew forward, and created a planet, a floating ball of water. They spoke and the water receded giving room for the sky. Then land grew up from the water and plants sprouted and flourished. Next They made planets and stars and put the sun and the moon before the earth. The sun to govern the day and the moon the night. Then from Their imagination flew forth everything that flies and below them the sea shook as every animal that lives in it came into being. They came down to the earth and summoned all animals that walked upon it into existence. Then They stooped down and from the dust, made one like themselves to rule over every other thing they had created. And to this creature They gave something that made him special, Their own breath. Only this creature could know Them, could love Them and it was the best creation of all. They named him man and looked upon all they had made. "It is perfect" they declared. The man let go of my hand and the vision faded. I stood, frozen by my heart, as the emotions of the Beings lingered. I blinked stunned. I had never felt like this before and for once in my life my mind became secondary and my heart was first. 'This is what I’m looking for.' I felt full, complete, and happy. “I knew that was what you were searching for.” said the man. “This.” I said out loud as the realization dawned on me, “This is what I’ve been searching for my whole life. What the world has searched for forever.” Who was that?" I asked with excitement "The beings I saw, who are they?"  I turned to the man. Then, as I looked into his face recognition lowered my brow. “You. You're one of them!”  “All of them really, but I’m one of them too.” He said grinning. “Who are you?” I asked “I’m God as you often refer to me.” The joy fled from me and I bristled as the word God was uttered from his lips. "Wait, you're God? The all powerful man in the sky." I said with a mocking tone. "I am." he replied. "There is no God. That's just a superstition, a crutch for the weak to give them hope." I said. "Yet I'm here." "Fine." I consented, I would humor him. "If you're God prove it.". "Ahhh yes, you always need proof." he said with a sigh "So many have asked just as you do and they saw nothing but had to rely on faith. But to you I have granted the opportunity to see proof." Then the man began to shine and was transformed before me. Never before or since have I seen such buity, such glory and such power. I fell to my face as if my strength was sifted out of me. When I lifted my eyes he was just a man again. He reached out toward me, "Here, stand".  I didn't take his hand  “Where were you?” I asked. “All my life I looked for you and I believed for so long but you weren't there. So many times I asked for proof, the world asked for proof, but you gave us nothing. If you made us, if you're God, then where have you been all this time. You did nothing when Lucy died. All you did was watch as we suffered!” “I know you have…” "No.” I jerked back from his outstretched hand forgetting my fear “ You don't know me. You don't know any of us. All you know is how to make us suffer!” “Then I will show you.” He said sorrow etched upon his face. Suddenly I felt very sleepy as if weights rested on my eyelids and my legs buckled. The world around me dissolved and I stood among the stars. “You are god,” came a his voice " Do as you wish". “I won't play your game.” I yelled back but silence was my only reply. I stood for a time, looking opon the earth as it slowly spun before me, angry and stubborn. But soon my anger burned down into a grim determination and my stubbornness yelled. I looked on the earth 'Fine' I said "I will not let the world suffer as you do."  I willed time to reverse, to go back to the beginning were it all fell apart. At first nothing happened but then I could just desern the earth as it slowly began to spin backward. The planet picked up the pace and the moon began to wirl around it like an electron around its nucleus. Then It and the other planets began to move in space. Going around there orbits faster and faster the whole galixcy began to spin. Suddenly it stopped. Everything froze and I knew I had arrived at the beginning. I brought myself down from the heavens and landed on the earth in a buitful garden. 'Wow' I thought as I landed ' this is pretty cool.' All around me birds flew and a morning mist arose from the ground. The sun trickled threw the trees and landed opon buding flowers as oxen grazed. I remembered my sunday school lessens and searched for the tree of knolage of good and evil. I found it, the only tree of its kind, and it stood far above the rest. I stared at it and imagined it consumed by flames during into ash. Then, just as I had imagined, The tree burst into flames and withered beneath my gaze. 'Man I could get used to this!' I thought crouching. I launched my self into the sky and then back into outer space. "look how easy that was." I called into the emptiness. "I did it, now wake me up." The silence was defining. "Look" I dove down to the sinless, future earth "Look how happy they are." and indeed everyone was happy. I willed my self invisible and began to explore the perfect world I had made. All around me smiling faces greeted one another and the world they created was wondrous. civilasiton and nature co-existed benefiting from one another. The world was fear less, wonderous, and beautiful. "Why would You give us the earth when we could have this." I called out to God. "What does this future lack?" "Love." came His reply and He materialized in front of me. "No your world lacks love, but this is perfect." I said accusingly. "Let me show you something." He said and he took me to one of houses near by. He walked threw the wall and inside. I hesitated but followed, willing the wall to pass threw me. "You see this child" He said gesturing to a small boy playing beside him. If he could feel pain and if you wiped him a thousand times over, after it all he would say he loved you. If you were his father and you forsook him. If he spent his entire life in agony because of you ,when he met you he would say he loved you. Why? because that is all he can say. He cannot choose to hate he can only love and because of this he is only a robot. Programed to say, programmed to be programed to love." The dream dissolved around us and we were back by the water fall. "But do you see this." He asked as He walked over to one of the towering trees near the water. "These are my fathers children who live with him in a world that is perfect like the one you saw. But the difference between my fathers world and yours is these had a choice. Here touch." I walked over and put my fingers to the bark. My vision faded and I looked opon a croud of people as I stood in the middle of a dusty street. Whoof ,a stone sized by my head and I called out "Hear how God loves you." Pain crushed my shoulder and I fell on my face. All over my body I felt my bones breaking as stones pounded into them. 'Please,' I thought as a rock cracked my skull 'forgive them'. The pain faded and There was nothing. I let go and looked into the mans eyes. "That is real, unconditional love like my father has tword you