“Now I know it all,” said John, but the angel said no. “Well, I’ve written it all.” But the angel still said no. “Then what else is there?” And seven peals of thunder roared on the mountain.
The angel wrote a different scroll and held it out to John. But the words were beyond his comprehension.
“It’s not just words,” the angel explained. “You have to make the story part of you.” So John ate the scroll and it tasted sweet as success and bitter as death.
“Now I know it all,” he said. But the angel still said no.
© Sheila Deeth, April 2009
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Comments: 9
Excellent, as always! Looking for a book from you!!!
Lovely!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
The night of fireworks