564 Newly righteous Sept.2,2015

Posted on March 22, 2016 by Ken Greenman

The wondering skeptic, dying,
stared at Death, whose eyes smiled,
Death being in on the Great Joke.
With a worried thought, the skeptic
drifted into sleep.
When he woke,
soaked in the wet sand on that
distant shore,
the shock! scared his Hell
right out of him.
The suns warmth, the soft breeze,
cleansed, caressed him.
The Patient One, arms opened,
waited with silk robes
for the newly converted saint.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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