Page 4 of His Collateral Wife

Most times, it's just me, when I need someone to talk to.

Other times, it's Him.

(So don't forget, Eden.)

And it's when the pain is too much, and all I can do is cry in the darkness, that His voice sounds more powerful than ever.

(This here is a temporary fallen world.)

Gentler.

(And one day...)

Nearer.

(One day, Eden...)

Yes, one day.

I have to remember that.

One day, I'll be free.

One day, it will all make sense.

And one day...

One day, I'll see them again.

Day 88

Ilike walking around early in the morning when most people are still asleep, and it's nature that I hear instead of man-made evil and oppression.

It's just waves crashing against the shore, birds chirping to each other, and the crunch of my footsteps against gravelly pathways.

It's moments like this that give me the greatest hope.

(Because I feel Him.)

But at the same time, it's these precious moments of solitude that break my heart the most.

It hurts, oh God, will it ever stop hurting?

Because this was always around this time of the day that I'd be with the cats.

Feeding them whatever I could steal from the kitchen.

But now they're gone.

They're there with You, right? They have to be.

I look up, and the skies are beautiful.

One day, God. One day I'll be there with You and the cats.

I look down, and I see...blood.

Specks of them on pebbles that lay out a trail to someone in hiding.

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