Wheeling Gull Isle healing prayers

she did not pull away and neither would he.

she seemed to soften from the harshness of tears and her broken heart, he wished he could carry that for her. mend it back until it was whole and return it to her. alas —

her voice thrummed through his chest, a vibration against his own beating heart.

no. he whispered over the curve of her skull. even when i so desperately wished to hide from Him, He was there. waiting and wondering when i would return to Him — the patience of God is truly admirable. it might have been humor was it no so painfully true.