Spoken by the Fly on the Wall:You will not see me.But I have been here — above the rafters, behind the crossbeams, beneath the lamplight of prayer.I am not ordinary.I am the watcher that feels.The small voice that knows the weight of tears before they fall.I was there when his first breath steamed into winter air.I clung to the prison walls as he bled truth in … [Read more...] about The Life of Reverend Moon: Seen Through A Fly on the Wall