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For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay. Habakkuk 2:3 In the bridges she’s burnt? In the way she’s killing herself? The corridor of his wing of the spacious retirement village was filled with a warm, buttery light, which spilled joyfully into his room, darkening his mood even more. Why should the light be so happy when he wasn’t? His claw-like hands clutched at the pen, trying to form it into a usable shape. He produced harsh scratches on the paper, far from the smooth lines of one without the inc

    Our God comes and will not be silent;        a fire devours before Him,      and around Him a tempest rages.                                     Psalm 50:3 One question haunts and hurts… The moonless night flowed like a river of darkness through the tightly sealed apartment window, coloring the interior with an inky blackness. The night’s icy feelers clutched at the window panes, so you’d understand her thick, albeit silky pajamas. Her hair, a satiny flaxen curtain, shimmered in the half light. One would almost believe that it had captured the starlight from the sky, as starlight was never seen in the city. Her ha

    Woe to the city of blood,        full of lies,          full of plunder,      never without victims!                          Nahum 3:1 Is it possible to cry on your own shoulder? An eerie, thick fog stalked over the desolate street. Its tendrils of wispy white cloud stretched like fingers, reaching for, grabbing, swallowing the ground it covered. I swallowed, my small frame shook, as the dead, dense cloud slowly closed in over my feet, until I could see them no more. And then it was gone. As quickly as it had come, the fog seemed to roll back off my feet. Down, back, and away. I huddled on the sodden grass, my knees tucked u