Over here

by Shawn Smith (May 31, 2004)

I cast my eyes heavenward

Through a thick fog I saw a most magnificent sight

The most beautiful people

A most beautiful city

Only rapturous joy was on their faces

I thought I saw them waving at me and saying: "over here, over here, join us over here"

My heart was beating fast.

My desire to be with them was greater than anything I have ever experienced

But the fog, which grew thicker by the moment, clouded my vision.

The heavenly spectacle disappeared, but the words kept echoing in my head, "over here, over here."

And then, at that very moment, as I glanced ahead of me, I saw a homeless man crying out on the street "over here, over here, can someone help me over here?"

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