Nonbeliever
I don’t believe in heaven nor hell
I float in between the space
where nonbelievers think they know all
when I speak of it, I am shot down in flames
friends turn on me as if I spat on Excalibur
defiled Arthur’s memory.
Merlin waiting in the wings
To lay a spell on this heretic
I wish it were true that someone could help me
Believe in more than nothing
More than you live, you die
In between, you make your own heaven and hell
If miracles be true, then I am in need of one
If asked can the future be glimpsed
I would say no, until now
Accompanying a friend to church
Yes, I don’t mind stepping inside
I watched as she lit a candle
The flame danced with a life of its own
I felt a strange chill blow through the aisle
With the door closed there should be little air here
I noticed the flame turn from orange to blue
It grew to twice the size
Within the blue halo, I could see the face of a woman
A voice beside me whispered
She is to be your wife
I shook my head, thinking I had too many coffees
Leaving the church, thinking no more of it
My friend suggested lunch
I was hungry enough to eat a horse
Here my friend met a colleague
The face within the flame stood before me
As if she had stepped out of the church of Avalon
Where we had been moments ago…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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