I was supposed to be praying to God
and Jesus and the Holy Ghost but it
looked more like the back of my eyelids that
I was praying to and they were dark of
course because I closed my eyes but still I
was reminded of lying in bed at
night and gazing at the ceiling, dark, and
not perfectly dark at that, you can see
those little heads of pins of light sometimes
dancing a little like the stars you see
when you get up too fast and I wonder
if that happened to Lazarus, Jesus
even, when they rose from the dead, that might
answer my question about whether death
is only like a sleep. Let us not pray.
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