In an open air church I was finally cornered and brought <br />to my knees. A stained glass interpretation of my own immortality <br />crumbled before my eyes and I was humbled in the presence <br />of our father. His voice filled the void between my ears and his vision <br />extracted my sight and reshaped my delusions of grandeur; I was left <br />deaf, dumb and blind of all evil. Completely transformed into this new being; <br />a being, grateful not to have been cast into the fiery pits of eternal Hell, <br />but rather to have been reborn to an eternal life. A new life and new beginning <br />where even trolls and wart frogs have wings with which to fly…. <br /> <br />2008 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-pigs-fly/
