Obliviously Obsidian and so Blue~
This evening, I learned, from the man who failed to die. My heart goes out to him. He craves the serenity of his death. And now, like an enraged Gladiator, he taunts death; goads it and spits in Death's eye. He says he doesn't care. Feeling cheated and abandoned, he confesses to hating God at one time. We both understand, however, that God doesn't meddle in the lives of men. He watches and waits. Waits for us to find the Grace to come home.