It’s time for the Līgo Haībun 220w challenge, where the prompt is “South America.” For some reason I was drawn to a dark bit of history from the northeastern area of that continent, going back to 1978. I call this “Not God’s, but People’s Temple:”
Had I not hidden properly, I would have been number 915. I saw them coming with the cups and knew that the whispered rumors were about to come to pass; I’d heard the gunshots down at the strip and saw the first of the children fall. I was determined not to be one of them. I managed to sneak out before the reporters and the soldiers got there and survived on the streets until I was able to get out of the country. I have not spoken of this for many years, but since my time is short I thought to set it down to you. It was a terrible time but one that, in the end, drew me closer to the Lord: the real One, that is.
Faith and heart are soft.
Be careful you follow the
One and only God.