Tonight, I hear the groaning of creation, loud in my ear. It sounds a little like, "Oh my God. Save us". A little like a woman watching her husband die of cancer. Like a boy beaten and tied to a toilet. Like a frightened mother and her alcoholic husband. Like an abandoned daughter and her confused arms. Like a first kiss. Like a shooting star. Like being born. Like giving up.
Like a girl in a house, handing out servings of love as if it were cookies on a plate. "It wont stop the bleeding, but it will make it hurt less."
If ever I believed in heaven, it is tonight.
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