As a monument she loomed from the upward abyss, her eyes open to me.
" You things as children howl and screech to the heavens and unknown but those things are lost on these valleys. I am as the mountains, and I hear all things small. You beg for forgiveness, you repent on your knees...I weave the moon between my arms, I whisper the darkness between the stars... of course I forgive you. But what do you know of forgiveness, of true repentance..? Of compassion and unbound love? Ah...you ignorant slaves......do not beg for time or mercy.....pray for patience...for sight. You ask so much and see so little... "
Her eyes shut again but she was listening. She always listened. That was what true love meant.
