THE GLADE The demon shifted in angles through the sunlit forest. It always stayed in darkness. Its mind, if you could call it such, was set upon the prey. In a glade, a small meadow within the forest, sat a small boy reading a book. The demon looked on in hunger for the very soul of the child. So innocent, so helpless. At last the moment came it was anticipating. A dark cloud blocked the sun. In contorted darkness the demon crept behind the boy. A claw like thing reached out to take the child. The child read aloud. Get thee behind me, Satan ! The shout broke the stillness. A blinding shaft of light broke through the cloud. Like an arrow it shot through the blackness of the demon. And it was no more. The boy placed a marker in his Bible. He rose smiling and walked away. Under Gods protection. Never knowing how close the darkness had come.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 22:40:22 +0000
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