“Tale of the Holy Hitchhiker by Stewart Stafford A motorist drives by the Blue Church, Of left-handed compliments, And omnipresent righteous sins, Where the Holy Hitchhiker dwells. Waiting for God at the stop sign, No thumbs, he blesses passing cars, Chanting his destination's directions, Then going into silent meditation. A fated pause at the railway crossing, Purgatory train takes an eternity to go by, Time for confessional contemplation, Swift redemption with the accelerator. Thankful prayers at the journey's end, Payment made as alms for the poor, Then a smile as he vanishes into light, The driver sees the Blue Church again. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.” ChurchJourneySurrealCarsPurgatoryHitchhikingSurreal PoetryGhostly EncounterInto The LightHitchiker Author:Stewart Stafford
“Our fear of others only ends when we bring them in from the terrifying darkness to our fireside and share our bread and companionship with them. Then, and only then, may we find the light together.” ShareGenerosityCompanionshipDarkness And LightKindness To OthersCommon HumanityTearing Down WallsBreaking BreadFear Of PeopleInto The Light Author:Stewart Stafford
“But no one has seen a trace of lightbearers in over five hundred years. Somebody wiped them out. Probably our kind, trying to inherit their magic.” “Probably our kind eating them for dinner,” Finn contributed to the conversation for the first time. “Back then we were slightly more primal.” “Slightly,” Tanner remarked tongue in cheek.” ParanormalShiftersInto The LightTami LundLiquid Silver Books Book:Into the Light Source: Into the Light