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Unquenchable

January 17, 2014

And there came the day she discovered that her road was broken.

From a distance the pathway looked perfect, but as she walked and she walked she eventually reached a cliff with a sign that said:

YOU CAN’T GET THERE FROM HERE.

She paced the edge of the crevasse, back and forth like a tiger in a cage, increasingly convinced she was on the wrong side of the divide.

“My head is on fire!” she cried, as she burned and burned.

And nothing could put it out.

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And there came the day she discovered that she was broken.

She looked in the mirror and a thousand shattered pieces stared back, and she realized that the mirror only reported what it saw.  Every little piece cried alone, terrified of the darkness, until the mender came and gently gathered them all and stitched them together with kindness and kissed them with his tears.

“My heart is on fire!” she cried, as she burned and burned.

And nothing could put it out.

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And there came the day she discovered that the world was broken.

The bitter souls banged the steering wheels of their rusty cars on the side of the road, while the orphans of apathy cried in the dust because their hearts were even emptier than their bellies.  She saw the broken-winged eagles and the lions too sick to roar.  She remembered the mender.

“My hands are on fire!” she cried, as she burned and burned.

And nothing could put it out.

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  1. January 17, 2014 11:25 pm

    Speechless

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