Ashes & Beauty – two sides of a story. Karina’s eyes are wide with disbelief. “Who would die for another ? Oh, for me?!”
I am speechless, while she goes on and on as if we were there that Saturday, 2000+ years ago; it is personal, up and close. Hell flows out of her – a deep dark tide, motled with convulsing satan. The tide screams defeat, it drowns fear and doubt, wringing its’ scrawny necks – “..dearest God!” I scream, literally.
“Yes?” He says, looking right in my dazed iris.
“But I didnt say a thing to her…“
“There’s more than just spoken words ..”
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Beauty & Ashes – they run together in the vein of us. And every whisper of vein, reminding me: we are born to love, be loved / graced, by the Cross.
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