andjesuswept
There was a beautiful fence outside his house. It had the most intricate design with angels and flowers, and I would often trace my fingers over it whenever I came by. The posts had balls with paintings on them, and it was gorgeous and colorful. The gate had a lock and key. There was always a smile on my face, even when we got stuck outside the gate. I even smiled when we brought his body through the open gate, and he was never to return home...
Not one nun acknowledged the red flower. It was small and dainty, yet its stem was strong. The crimson glowed in the sunlight, yet the women in black paid no attention. They murmured incantations towards the God above them who offered them taste, scent, and sight... But still, with all of these gifts, they could not see simple beauty past the church's stairs.