I wander thru the darkened corridors of my mind. Ominous clouds roil above me. Lightening races across a leaden sky, followed by the voice of an angry God.
I place my hand against the wall. It comes away wet and cold.
I press on. Others have told me there is a place of warmth and beauty; a place that is always rich and bright.
Ahead I see a doorway. Hope gives rise to urgency. I hurry forward
and turn the corner only to see a canyon deep and dark. I drop to my knees as my soul cries bitter tears.
I raise my face to heaven and cry, “Why me Lord? Why me?”
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