I walked down to the square where the bodies of my friends lay open to the air. They were cordoned off. Their removal forbidden still.
Nor would the guards let me linger – but through repeated blows forced me away.
I found a quiet spot to write this, wondering when the promise would be fulfilled.
A commotion erupted among the guards and they scattered falling over one another as Elijah and Enoch stood to their feet and were drawn upward – alive.
There they joined those around my heart’s cherished longing, Yeshua. And I saw my name written on the palm of his uplifted hand.
I set aside my pen to reunite with my friends.