The tire blew
it was 10 pm and the sound of my car
hitting the brick wall in front of me
reminded me that I was indeed
dead on arrival
the remaining tire left in the small
ditch next to the wall reeked of
rubber burning on fire when
the engine blew around me
it was in the flames
that King Solomon appeared 
the greatest of Israel
standing before me
the wisest of the wise
reminding me of a tested turning
when you run from
what’s born within
and I was dead
consumed in fire
as I ascended toward the heavens
I met many along the way
each of which carried a sword
and all began carving the Greek meaning of my name – the gentle
but before reaching any place
an angel stood before me
and bending down on swollen stone next to him was an old woman
in her hand she held Psalm 91 – the sacred heart
turning to me
as she pushed me back toward the car
with the tires missing
she whispered
“the sacred heart is under God’s protection”
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