She moved towards me with an unparalleled Grace; and in doing so, poured Living water over an ancient, Jezebelian wound-- still bleeding; cut-- deeply
across my battle-scarred chest.
And, in a timeless, ancient world; the healing she brought to me b e c a m e a healing for all mankind-- in, and through the healing of woman-kind;
as she b r e a t h e d out to me a kiss, along the edge of a faint scar-line;
the one that just above my hip-- gave hint..
of a missing rib.
“He had a difficult time focusing on her; she seemed almost to shimmer in the light and her hair blew in all directions.. even though there was hardly a breeze. It was almost easier to see her out of the corner of his eye than it was to look at her directly." ~The Shack xoxo