|Posted on May 11, 2012 at 6:20 PM|
But what was it his father had told him so long ago, in his other life?
“I don’t build these walls and this roof to house the god, as I built our walls and roof to house our bodies. I build this roof and these walls as a gesture, and a reminder, to the Spirit, alive there in every stone and every stream and every leaf of the forest.”
“So the Spirit won’t forget us?” Yoni asked.
“No,” his father answered, “so I won’t.”
His father just smiled his secret smile, and went back to work.
Yoni looked down at the burning rocks of the trail, and his grim cargo. Where are you, Spirit? What are you?
Lily grinned back at him. She had no teeth, no nose - frozen grin, Death’s grin, another secret smile. Alone and hurting in a world of mad secrets, where is the room for hope?
Maybe this was his temple, this moment, his gesture to who knows what, his reminder of who knows what – something deep, something essential. Drenched in sweat, he trudged on with renewed determination. Sometimes living is so hard, you don’t have time to despair. Sometimes you despair so hard, you don’t have time to live.
--Dark's Daughter, Hope
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