Venedra

“Of course I feel the sun,” she answered, lifting her eyes to his. “Do you feel the hum in the air?” Dagmar pressed. “Yes. I feel it.” “That’s God—Odin or Father Saylok or the Christ God. If he has a name, I’m not sure we know it. But I feel him . . . or her . . . like a presence at my back, guarding me and guiding me, and pushing me onward. It is easy for me to imagine God’s love. I have only to think about Bayr. About how deeply I love him, how much I would give to keep him from harm or pain, how my thoughts are never far from him, and how his happiness is my own.” Ghost understood that. If she understood nothing else, she understood that. “Mayhaps we each have our own god, like our own mother, someone who gave birth to our soul and watches over us until our soul returns,” she mused. Excellent way to communicate the feelings of gods presence