Aug 24, 2006 19:10
Spirit… is eternal.
Is peace.
Is peace of mind.
Is white in the black.
Is so far above and beyond this material body.
Is light in the dark… in the dark, dark night, where I lie awake wondering if you are alive or dead. I know no peace, Malcolm while you are gone from me. My spirit hurts to be separated from you. I ache to touch you again.
Worry at your fate sickens me, and makes me weak. I fear I won’t be strong enough to face your return.
Spirit… is love.
Is bright shining sweetness.
Is the union of two into one.
Is the miracle of bringing you back to me safe and sound and whole.
I’ve dedicated my life, my spirit, to helping and healing others. That is my worship: being an instrument for the Goddess to perform medical miracles through. I don’t give it much thought, but I’m thinking now. I need a miracle.
Muse: Dr. Simon Tam
Fandom: Firefly
WC: 158