Back when you were born, God smiled so warmly upon the event because you were a miracle, and you were true. Another point of light created in his image, another chance to save the universe and allow him rest. And right before you die, your eyes will uncross fully, and you’ll look up. What you see right then will be so beautiful you would cry if you had the strength to. You’ll wish with all of your might you could blend and occupy the same space as the angel in your room. Your wish will come true. You will be lifted home in a caravan of brilliant light and join everyone else that came before, and everyone still to come.
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