Act I : Walked with a cane at 34 years old. Act II : How can he see beneath the veil? Act III : Can he be loved? Act I: Walked with a cane at 34 years old. His legs looked long and lanky, but only because he was so tall, and his pants so finely tailored. He flashed past me at the museum, wearing a yellow coat and brown shoes. The walls were of vermillion as his sharp, invisible eye glanced over the hangings and displays. I paused, marking the bandage wrapped around his wris

My name is Hannah, and the boy that lays beside me is a Lent unto the Lord. He lies quietly, and speaks softly. That boy will be a man. That boy will learn to lift heavy objects, sand wood, and sing praises to the most High. He will learn what it means to worship God in the morning, and to whisper a melody with the birds. He will memorize the lyrics to French hymns, and adhere the tongue of the learned wise child. He will grow in wisdom and stature, then he will dwell in the

Spiral in control. We have spoken of the loveliness of long-suffering; of the sweats and heaves of love. We speak of things merely touched down below; a shadow of heavenly things to come. We sigh and bemoan unlikely burdens until finally we unleash a single claw. Through the claw, we see red. They flogged Him. I love to speak things of romance; of things sly and wise; of harmless good; of a God who calls Himself Jealous and Love. I'd sink into his heart and love Him more dear