Word for Peace,
A man died…
When he realized it, he saw God coming closer with a suitcase in his hand.
Between God and Dead Man:
God: *Alright son, it’s time to go*
Man: So soon? I had a lot of plans…
God: *I am sorry but, it’s time to go*
Man: What do you have in that suitcase?
God: *Your belongings*
Man: My belongings? You mean my things… Clothes… money…
God; *those things were never yours, they belong to the Earth*
Man: Is it my memories?
God: *No. They belong to Time*
Man: Is it my talent?
God: *No. They belong to Circumstance*
Man: Is it my friends and family?
God: *No son. They belong to the Path you travelled*
Man: Is it my wife and children?
God: *No. they belong to your Heart*
Man: Then it must be my body
God: *No No… It belongs to Dust*
Man: Then surely it must be my Soul!
God: *You are sadly mistaken son. Your Soul belongs to me.*
Man with tears in his eyes and full of fear took the suitcase from the God’s hand and opened it…