In the heartfelt mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will visit us, to shine on those sitting in darkness, in the shadow of death, to guide our feet to the way of peace.
I’m closing my eyes so I can feel being inside you. He placed his hand over his heart and rasped out, I’ve seen too many bad things with these eyes. This, I will feel in my heart.
Be that as it may, it’s all I have to work with. Clutching these faded, fading, imperfect memories to my breast, I go on writing this book with all the desperate intensity of a starving man sucking on bones.
