And she hears through the clouds.

Over head, she hears the sweet surrender of a voice,
a man's voice, a deep voice.
This voice, with the grit of old age and trust,
called upon her, as if to pick her over any other.
As if to grab her out of a bag of glass marbles,
and to pick the only pure white eye.
She listened hard but couldn't hear a thing.
Subliminaly she heard, she heard the man say
do not turn around, but it was too late.
She heard it cock.
She felt the cold steel barrel upon the temple of her forehead.
She felt her knees collapse,
but it was too late.

And she reached for heaven.

The man seemed to greet her on her way,
never spoke a word, never made friendly,
but they were one.
She relied on this man for as long as she was told.
This time it came through, to be obedient,
to be faithful.
Yet this young woman, of only fourteen, could not place this man, could not
place the voice.

And she heard the name spoken majesticly.

She heard a man's voice reaching up.
"God, Holy father.
I need you to reach out and take my hand,
I need you to help me through,
I killed a girl, I never wanted it to happen.
I told her not to turn around."

And she realized it was her time.

God reached out and took her hand,
he spoke to her just so she could hear.
"God forgives. I forgive. People forgive. I am one of you, as you are me. I
am no greater good than what you can do. Be my angel"

And as she awaited the arrival of her maker,
she realized for the better, it was her time.
It was for good.
And God left the girl infront of a large cherry wood door.
she read upon a sign "for view of sufferage and satisfaction"
he gave her the choice to enter of leave.

She left.

God tested her, as he did everyone else.
She achieved greatness.
and she.
She is my hero.

And I hear through the clouds.
 
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