She Must’ve Found Him in a Different “woods”
I think of the OT tales of two that met while watering their flocks together, and share the same shade, in a simpler time when the afflicted head of one was less of problem, believe me, I got scars inside and out, and they’d be able to just be, and discovered one-another while still in youth, and pranced off together to that spice laden mountain… her feet are my greatest altar, mine are ominous to all, they hurried not to evil, but they’ve hunted evil, leaving omens and yet also keeping peace… earths’ garbage revealed for weaponry they have done.
I failed to follow the Torah, she should have been blindfolded yet holding what I had written, as I read aloud with my ears plugged to her, and the power would have been properly spoken. Or, the opposite, whatever a consistent form of communication between us, and only the two of us.
Everything dies at least once, to die only once and not go to the abyss, is a great thing to do, she will always be the first, why did they have to hire Balaam against me and taint my blood with out reason/fault of mine, other than my ignorance, regardless I will not hate an Amorite just because. A very good and well mannered friend accused her of ruining me, I rebuke, “She merely, like Isis for Osiris, put the pieces together, and now we’ve prayed and turned it on, saying, “God have mercy,” while I try not to vibrate to death from such acceleration in life, and she grapples with keeping the peace, prosperity, and unity of estate. Awe, as an word, has two definitions generally coexisting, as she learns more of his psyche, as does he, himself now with over four years of being prescribed divalproex and learning new ways of life. Adapting, first by descovery, then learning of what he should do about being autistic, dyslexic, and epileptic while moving forward in life, trying to not lose her, too.