The second last word

“Today, you will be with me in paradise…”

I went to paradise once, before it was washed away. The Flood that was never meant to happen again consumed the golden sands, devoured the prayers of Allah’s faithful people. Their floating village sank beneath the perfect azure waters.

I saw a show – one of those ancient biblical types, pretending archaeology will dig up a God, instead of only his old bones. They found the Garden of Eden under the ocean, buried in silt and the forgetfulness of the sea.

Perhaps there is more to fear from rising sea-levels than first we thought. We made no such promise, after all, never again to destroy the earth by a flood. Instead, we drown our sorrows.

…”I tell you truly.”

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