Seed of Doubt

The last breath leaves my spent lungs. My family spill their expected tears as my soul searches for Heaven. Are the things I believed while living true?

There is light…

It questions…

I shudder…

I kneel…

And tears flow.

Then warm fingers wipe them away. “Welcome home,” says my Redeemer.

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