Michael's Texas Embrace

When it was time to go, Andrew and James shouldered their packs and climbed this cliff. They headed east, for rain and rivers, and thicker, greener forests. Late at night, their calls can still be heard in the distant hills as lanterns are hoisted and villagers turn and search the ridge. This night another child has reached the turning and will be fed to the wilderness. May their terrible cries be captured by sweet-looking microphones. Amen.