He awoke with a jolt from
a dream in which he was

irrevocably dead in a light-
ning fast flash. He should

be glad as St. Paul to leave
this place and be at home

in Christ, right? Wrong.
Death still stings; at least

the dream of it did for him.
And he was glad to catch

his breath and turn on the
hot shower. Come on, the

man thought, me and thee
St. Paul? Really? No way.

I prefer to live and think
about it for another day.

Maybe some day
I’ll be a great saint.