Sunday, November 8, 2009
He reached out his hand. She reached out hers from across a chasm. But as they touched and his grip was firm upon hers, she saw that the chasm was only a crack, and that it had always been so. As she watched, it closed and disappeared altogether.
They looked into each other now, and the woman’s soul swam outward through the liquid black of his eyes. They were walking together in a garden on a revolving earth, eyes opening in a first seeing.
— Michael D. O’Brien, Strangers and Sojourners, p. 544 #
