Thieving Angel

The title for this came as an afterthought. I just wanted to sort of 'honor' a prayer I often invoke to my son, whom I could only assume must be somewhere up there, in that place to where all prayers drift. Very few people know of this, my special prayer. Curiously, an old friend managed to guess, or at least get hints, of what it contained, during a drunken spree wherein we were experimenting on reviewing our 'previous lives'. He claimed a lot of stuff, too, during that session. Of course that could have all been a load of crap, but how could we ever know? As of late, the said friend's mother revealed that he has exiled himself into the farmlands of Pikit, Cotabato, where the battles between the government and the Muslim rebels are at their peak. - agb