20 February 2008

One more 75-worder

When my mother handed me my father’s sunglasses—ray bans—from the 60’s, I was certain that I’d see things I hadn’t seen before when I looked through the green-colored lenses. Did he wear them the day he died? Did he wear them with his collar on and tuck them into his robes before he stood up at the pulpit? Did he ever wonder why his direct line to God couldn’t save his life? Because I did.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wonder, isn't that what it's all about. Wonder. I wonder all the time how that direct link sometimes doesn't work the way I think it should, then I realize, in my wondering, that maybe it did...

Malia :)