who promises to visit St. Matthew's ...
Finally the sun has relinquished its tortours heat. The sky is still awash with light but the temperature has dropped. The gentle breeze is refreshing almost like a window was opened somewhere. Leaves rustle at my feet as my eyes drink in the deepening hues of the flowers that line the sidewalk. Purples become like velvet blots, yellows pop out cheerfully from their grey backgrounds, reds seem to drip becoming liquid. My senses are heightened as shadows begin to darken. My gaze shifts upward, drawn to the small patch of darkening blue. My mind lost in wonder inexpressible with mere words. I now walk were great thinkers and theologians have walked. How small and insignificant I feel in the presence of their memory. I continue ... without much awareness of self. I feel no worry nor woe. I begin to melt into the surrounding darkness.
I presence of something overcomes me, my gaze is draw skyward, something is watching me. Dare I look up? Without thinking my eyes shift - a face - hideous distorted features break into my calm. Large wide lips, eye open and staring - like lasers burning though me, piercing me. I divert my eyes, and my pace instinctively quickens. At last a bit of distance.
Leaves come at me more quickly now ... I intentionally keep my eyes down cast, but I cannot ignore another face coming at me. Adrenalin is pulsing thought my muscles, I feel hunted, yet my eyes are drawn upward. I behold something so horrible, yet I cannot reign in my curiosity. I am overcome and I look full on into the face of EVIL, a face that mocks everything decent; everything good. Its very presence diminishes the pleasure of living.
All along my walk I've been watched, the faces have been looking - planning my demise, my final moments ... yet I am pulled in and consumed by their ugliness.
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