THE LIGHT THE VEIL and THE SWORD

<p>A hot fiery service on a cool February night. Nestled in between stores in a small storefront church I could feel my hands nervously grip a stranger's sleeves (the pastor's). I felt the cool hands of the usher as she unclutched my nervous grip that ruffled the pastor's sleeves. </p><p></p><p>A pastor built tall handsome single with money. </p><p></p><p>They say Valentine's Day is supposed to be the love day love month. But how could I have known what walking through those doors that night would cost me? </p><p></p><p>The light the veil and the sword. </p><p></p><p>A sea of dreams. </p><p></p><p>The prophecy.</p>