“What do you want to ask them?”

He thinks for just a moment.

“About God, and the Universe, and where it all came from…"

"Do you know about these things?”

“They are big questions…"

"...it can take a whole lifetime just to perfect them into Real ones.”

And then there is more silence.

They walk quietly on the grass,
and their steps sound like tiny drops of water on wrinkled paper.

Within the waves of deep breath and flashes of hidden clarity
that seem to shine through the trees,

underneath the screams of kids playing soccer just around the bend
and dogs barking just on the other side of the bushes,

he can hear it once again.

The bell.

And under its
deep vibration he can

almost make out
the words

that never leave
the man’s lips.

“Yes, it’s me. I have been waiting.”

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