I remember scenes of her weeping, a tumultuous clash of emotions summoned forth without a tangible source. Displacement has etched itself onto her childlike face, framed by locks of hair on either side. It’s visible in the glow of her honey-colored eyes, brimming with tears and a shattered gaze, as well as the disappointment lurking […]

God is most present in darkness and war. We behold Him in the tears that rest in the midst of our eyes, In our amazement and dread, In our solitude we exist, In all this affliction. He is present, and solely we apprehend Him, We alone grasp this vast shadow.‍ *** Every night I waited […]