No hate, no anger, no appetite.
Just grief. unquenchable sorrow- it is well to mourn, it is fitting to fast and pray.
and all the words have been flooded out;
silence.
i am on an island with Death and Victory;
never did i feel the Father's pain as now--nor know his unstinting, untimely love.
and words?
i have none, no more, nor desire for any for this season.
i have recieved The Word.
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