The Werewolf Priest, part 2
“Of course life is meaningless,” said the werewolf priest. “But
that doesn’t mean we can’t experience meaningful moments. Flashes of grace in
an otherwise graceless world.”
“Meaningful moments? Really?” sneered the vampire. “You
sound like a Hallmark card.”
“Why are you vampires always so morose?”
“Because we know what it is like to be cursed with
immortality. How can you talk of faith from the pulpit on Sunday and
meaninglessness on Monday?”
“Faith is where those flashes of grace, those moments of
meaning, originate. And my faith is what helps me recognize them when they
appear. Here comes the waitress.”
The vampire looked up at the waitress and pointed to the
menu. “I’ll have the porterhouse, rare. Extremely rare.”
The werewolf priest snickered. “You’re so predictable,” he
said, then he turned to the waitress and said “I’ll have the same.”
Labels: Fragments of Story
posted by Darrell Grizzle | 7:44 PM
2 Comments:
Flashes of grace! I love this. It is like we often stumble around in a dark night but the flashes of lightning help us make out our way and the landscape. Beautiful image! Flashes of grace!
Thank you!
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