Pathways to God

I thought it was supposed to be straight and narrow, this way.  That's what everyone said, after all.  He said it, too. 

So I tried to live straight, tried to walk that narrow line.  I clenched my jaw and my buttocks and pushed away all questions and the not-knowing that threatened to cross my tightrope path.

They told me to walk this way, and keep walking.  But when I looked down and saw that the way that I had been following had cut off like the end of a movie reel, film flapping freely as it circles and circles and circles, they didn't have much to say.

Not much that was new, anyway.

What now, I pleaded.  My narrow way has left off, and the world is howling wild around me.  Can't you see my bleeding places?

No, they said.  You are not bleeding at all . . . .

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