Redemption
He’s vanished again, leaving no footprints. He staggers and stumbles, blindly groping his way through a ragged wilderland: a sting of brambles … a dark stain of fear … a pressure that breaks his shivering bones.
Yet through all this agony, he feels the pull of a fine, strong thread, and he knows that she’ll find him. I ‘ll reach for you, she’d promised. I will not rest. I’ll guide you back every time, because I love you.
He dangles again, now, above the blade of profound despair. She whispers his name over and over, calling to him softly, drawing him out. Who else would sift through the sorry debris of his life and awaken the good that’s in him? She’s the only one.
Everyone tells her, just let him go! You can’t help. He is beyond salvation. But she’s his redeemer, and she will not give ground.
DANG you write good Lady !! Great photo to go with ))))
"He dangles again, now, above the blade of profound despair."
Such gorgeous language in this one, Sharron. Bravo.