Friends-Locked
Today I went to a funeral for a girl I could not save. It seems that the longer one lives, the more powerless one can become against the world and its pressures.
I spent the two days after resting and healing at a convent outside of London. There I prayed for the family as the nuns thought me a Messenger of the Lord. I had not the heart to lie to them or correct them, so I told them nothing and merely asked them to pray for the souls of the passed.
I wished for them that I were an Angel of God. Such fear and pain, and where is God's presence? It is sometimes all but impossible to feel. The Father had no voice for me when I prayed at His altar, but I know that if I merely look to the night sky I shall see His work.
If Marietta is still in London I cannot find her. As usual she has caused her chaos and retreated to darkness.
I spent the two days after resting and healing at a convent outside of London. There I prayed for the family as the nuns thought me a Messenger of the Lord. I had not the heart to lie to them or correct them, so I told them nothing and merely asked them to pray for the souls of the passed.
I wished for them that I were an Angel of God. Such fear and pain, and where is God's presence? It is sometimes all but impossible to feel. The Father had no voice for me when I prayed at His altar, but I know that if I merely look to the night sky I shall see His work.
If Marietta is still in London I cannot find her. As usual she has caused her chaos and retreated to darkness.