Where did he go those three days? Did he rest in some place between the worlds? Did he descend to wrestle with more demons? I like to think his body, human as it was, stayed in the tomb, but his spirit was attended to by angels in some kind of heavenly spa for spiritual super heroes. You know, the whole bit: pedicures, cucumber face masks, massages, delicacies served on silver platters. Quiet. And love.
About Me
- Naomi S
- A few things I know for sure. That revolving doors make me nervous. That, sometimes, it takes courage to do the simplest things. That the moment in a theatre before the stage lights come on is exquisite. That poetry is often "one short step to the good ground (May Swenson)." That I love swimming anywhere but especially in swimming pools.
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