God walked on the unruly waters, and they cowered
before him. On rain-slick streets I walk on water tamed, my steps displacing a
film of wet still possessing just enough surface-tension to hold my footprints
for a moment in my wake. To hallow, and to hound, my passing-by: “Here walks
one of the human-kind, creatures with God-given authority to rule over the
earth; will this one exercise their rule for good or ill, or abdicate all
responsibility?”
You only notice, if at all, after the rain.
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