Continued from Being Erotic.
August 3, 2021
…there, on the journey home, alone by the roadside did I meet, dust mixing with tears in his stone blind eyes—a fellow traveler.
With my own dusty and tear stained hands did I reach out offering companionship and hope.
But he, looking up with vision blurred, turned away and quietly spoke to no one in particular,
“Let me stay here and rest awhile longer with my sorrow and despair. One day, may our paths cross again.”
And there, just behind the man did I see, an angel with jadeite eyes and outstretched wings–bidding me leave.
Smiling respectfully; I understood.
The message was clear.
There is only one Savior.