What In Life Can Love Not Penetrate?

You'll Come To My Grave? To Tell Me Your Problems?" My Problems? "yes.' And You'll Give Me Answers? "i'll Give You What I Can. Don't I Always?" I Picture His Grave, On The Hill, Overlooking The Pond, Some Little Nine Foot Piece Of Earth Where They Will Place Him, Cover Him With Dirt, Put A Stone On Top. Maybe In A Few Weeks? Maybe In A Few Days? I See Myself Sitting There Alone, Arms Across My Knees, Staring Into Space. It Won't Be The Same, I Say, Not Being Able To Hear You Talk. "ah, Talk . . . " He Closes His Eyes And Smiles. "tell You What. After I'm Dead, You Talk. And I'll Listen.

Did You Feel Guilty Cursing God--you, Of All People?' No,' He Said. 'because Even In Doing So, I Was Recognizing There Was A Greater Power Than Me.' He Paused. And That Is How I Began To Heal.

He Had His Time Measures And He Had Her. That Was His Life. For As Long As He Could Remember, It Had Been That Way, Dor And Alli, Even As Children. "i Do Not Want To Die," She Whispered. "you Will Not Die." "i Want To Be With You." "you Are.

The Words People Do Not Speak Are Louder Than The Ones They Do.

Adam Hid In The Garden Of Eden. Moses Tried To Substitute His Brother. Jonah Jumped A Boat And Was Swallowed By A Whale...man Likes To Run From God. It's A Tradition.