100 Words: We'll Know When We Get There
The divine face is beyond reach. “Please,” I beg, “tell me how to find you! We’ve lost our way!”
“Faith,” it says, “is not something I can give. It is something you must find for yourself.”
Then light blasts through my eyes, my head ringing with alarm chime, and I am awake in my bunk. A remoteye hovers alongside.
“We. Trust. Your. Sleep. Was. Dreamless?” it menaces.
I nod cautiously, giving away nothing. If they suspect I harbor religious notions, of course, they will adjust my medication.
It’s hard to find God in these sterile halls, but I will try.
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For consideration: "In the morning, would you let me wake / With something to believe in?"
“Faith,” it says, “is not something I can give. It is something you must find for yourself.”
Then light blasts through my eyes, my head ringing with alarm chime, and I am awake in my bunk. A remoteye hovers alongside.
“We. Trust. Your. Sleep. Was. Dreamless?” it menaces.
I nod cautiously, giving away nothing. If they suspect I harbor religious notions, of course, they will adjust my medication.
It’s hard to find God in these sterile halls, but I will try.
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For consideration: "In the morning, would you let me wake / With something to believe in?"