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An Agnostic Gets A Shave In Pakistan

A sunny, late summer day
in a wooden chair in 1963
outside in a mountain valley.

The barber has one eye
and a straight razor
in his right hand
and He stands over me,
all powerful.

I grin up at Him and I lift my neck
for Him to shave under my beard
and He grins back.

At least it could have been Him,
but we don't speak the same language
so I wonder if this might be so,
and had I just met Him through this
one-eyed barber in Kaghan Valley.

I still don't know if He and I
speak the same language.

But we might have grinned once.

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Comments (3)

Oh what a complete and vivid description
Good One David! :) Kaghan is a beautiful place, isn't it?
if only you know the language of SMILE. :)