Behind the Pearly Gates, sure,
sometimes Simon Peter
ruminates on the etymology of “petrified.”
He has an eternity to mull it over.
After all that’s happened; wouldn’t you?
Cephas (Poem)
“With each morning’s cock-crow
I rise and feed His sheep.
I’d be lying if I said
that sound didn’t haunt me still.”
Bez&Co 