“Last night I dreamt of a wild wolf and a swift stag, blessing a sapling among the trees. It’s a sign you’ll make our people proud.” ~ Excerpt from “Saplings of Sherwood” by Avellina Balestri
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All sin, in a sense, “wounds” God, causes rifts in our relationship with Him. We pierce Him through the heart, and each other through our hearts, constantly. It has real consequences, and real restitution must be made before reconciliation can take place.
The salmon that swam around his legs spoke to him in their ancient tongue, “Thou bear upon thy shoulders the weight of the universe.”
O paradox divine, of sweetest flesh and strongest blood, we are chasing thee, o stag, and running from thee, o hound, for all the world has spun and spurned the way that things should be.