GOD IS VERT NEAR—THE HOLY SPIRIT DO YOU HEAR?
There was a time. I probably did not know it then, some twenty-two years ago. It would be my first encounter with the mystical. Something, not always seen by the human eye.
Although I was a kid, I was told kids are most welcomed, sort of innocence, a natural ability to receive.
So there I was, begging mom again.
Me: Can I please go to the park?
I’ll come home straight after.
I promise. Pretty please, with cherries on top.
Mom: Agh. We go through this everytime.
I guess you can go.
You better be home before the sun goes down.
Before she could finish. I was flying out the back door.
I’d walked over to the Phylis Wheatly Playground.
It was full of kids.
Kids on the Mary-go-round.
Kids on the slides.
Kids playing hide and seek.
So I choose the swings. I love being up high in the…
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