Benediction

We took back roads cutting cross country traveling from one small road to another snaking from Moonville to Mauldin. my big brother Willie and I rode while the blue Duster began stuttering a dubious rattle, sputtering to a stop. It ended on a small rural track of road called, Conastee, a quarter of a mile stretch riddled with seven steeples. each pointing a path to God: First Baptist, Church of God, Deliverance of God, United Methodist, Reedy River Presbyterian, Conastee Fellowship Hall and McBee United Methodist. Surely we were cloaked by the protection of the Lord, as we knocked on the first door we saw, a sweet grandma-looking lady opening her door like a smile granting us a Samaritan’s Act by letting us use her phone. Her words spilling over us like gospel, we heed even today. Hurry night’s about to fall.You two are not safe around here.