I prayed for the wheelchair and then for the person in it. I prayed for the water above which Jesus raced. I knew full well that prayer was a starter’s gun. that drowning was the silent education my grandfather on my mother’s side could afford and that his son frequented the left hemisphere of the brain by aligning himself with the right. worse than prayer? its dream of a retroactive birth defect.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
I prayed for the wheelchair and then for the person in it. I prayed for the water above which Jesus raced. I knew full well that prayer was a starter’s gun. that drowning was the silent education my grandfather on my mother’s side could afford and that his son frequented the left hemisphere of the brain by aligning himself with the right. worse than prayer? its dream of a retroactive birth defect.
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