Wheeling Gull Isle rughagon

father.

it was spiritual, but for a moment he imagined abraham. jacob. young and forming into their beliefs. asking him very much the same things. it showed in the softening in his eyes, the momentary far away look.

i heard the stories of Him young. i saw what miracles He could impart on us, i saw the land He had crafted for none other than us.

his ears framed his narrow face as he dipped it down for a moment.

i believe He was always there, from the very start, though. simply waiting for me to turn my eyes to Him.