Damascus

This is another piece that is quite different from the usual; I'd appreciate and constructive criticism on this.

Paul,

on the road to Damascus.

Or maybe,

He decided to take the bus today.

On his way out the front door

he kisses his wife and kids goodbye,

his lips lingering on their perfect halo’d heads.

He drowns in coffee, flinging expense reports

like a Saintly Priest he throws Holy water to keep the demons at bay.

With each painful tick of the clock, he his making another painful pilgrimage.

Not to the Promised Land, but to his nine to five.