She Could Not Let The Gods Die By Louise Gallagher Tired now, she prayed feverishly to her Lord God of her faith committed to following His way to the other side. It was the way of the cross she’d carried away from the land of her birth when she’d left to follow the way of a man who appeared like one of the gods she could not let die. She carried her faith like a cross but could not let the gods of her land of birth die just in case. You never know when you might need a god of another colour she whispered into the shroud of mystery that encircled her in the dead of night. You never know who will meet you at the door of Heaven or Hell or Svarga loka. And when the time came for her to pass over through the gates of an unseen world she held tight to the rosary she’d carried with her from the land of her birth as her lips silently moved, praying feverishly for her soul to achieve enlightenment. I have never let you die, she whispered with her dying breath where karma met Moksha on the way of the cross releasing her from all earthly ties free to live in peace forever on the other side.
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