Posted:Thu Feb 12, 2009 10:59 PM CST
the ring
as I don't wear jewelry, not even a watch, nothing, nada; the eyed prospect of the adornation of a simple, cheap, thin, golden band, worn about a certain finger of my left hand, elates my spirit, strengthens my soul, allows me to bow down, weep my too long hidden tears, in grateful recognition of the ultimate joy that will follow me until, I too, become as dust. I am so happy. and you know what? with not one shread of guilt am I plagued. only a faint hum fills my eardrums. the resound of contentment, peace, warm comfort. I am now floating above any questions of trust, belief, proof. they don't apply. I travel on that boulevard of promised dreams. it has become a smooth journey now. I shan't deter from my ultimate destination. And, I won't be alone.