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The Narthex
Dust,
oh, the haze that leaves her figure fettered,
graying sturdy tables, lamps, and wooden floors,
stirred up only to be caught by cobwebs
tying closed the windows and t...
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“Though it is true that my memory feels the weight of decay, and the cuts on my lip and the scars on my back bear the weight of sickness, I am not like you. You are here, trapped in the prison of your own body until death relieves the weight of your flesh of its prisoning duty. For me, freedom lies just beyond the floodwaters.”
― And I Heard the Mourner Say
― And I Heard the Mourner Say
“I love you too," she whispered. The miserable sheen of quietness and the guilt that stood prolific within it had been fractured. Whatever silence had strewn the distance between us was broken, like the dusting of cobwebs off the mantlepiece of our marriage. In my grief, and in my relief, I held tight to the hope of a future glistering gold.”
― And I Heard the Mourner Say
― And I Heard the Mourner Say
“I love you too," she whispered. The miserable sheen of quietness and the guilt that stood prolific within it had been fractured. Whatever silence had strewn the distance between us was broken, like the dusting of cobwebs off the mantlepiece of our marriage. In my grief, and in my relief, I held tight to the hope of a future glistering gold.”
― And I Heard the Mourner Say
― And I Heard the Mourner Say
“Though it is true that my memory feels the weight of decay, and the cuts on my lip and the scars on my back bear the weight of sickness, I am not like you. You are here, trapped in the prison of your own body until death relieves the weight of your flesh of its prisoning duty. For me, freedom lies just beyond the floodwaters.”
― And I Heard the Mourner Say
― And I Heard the Mourner Say
“well,' I answered, 'there really are some bridges that can be fixed with some hot food.”
― And I Heard the Mourner Say
― And I Heard the Mourner Say
“The current is harsh, but gracious... It disciplines as with rod and staff and protects us all the same. Its flow is unpredictable, yet so methodically planned that even the angels in heaven cannot know its end but when they see it they cry out, 'hallelujah, praise be, for such was the plan from the beginning.' What joy that we should be held in its mercy and in the love of its reproach, keeping us adrift on the way everlasting. The Good Lord's eye is on the sparrow, so I know He's watching over us.”
― Daughters of the Wandering Isle
― Daughters of the Wandering Isle
