“I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And Sassenach," he whispered, "Your face is my heart.”
the hands that hold the heavens, are the hands that hold me
though my life is but a breath here, you give me the air to breathe
i stand in silence, i bow in fear
of the God who's far beyond me
and the God right here
-- caroline cobb, "far beyond me"
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