Beside the lake she spoke with peaceful pleasantries of conversation. A gentle breeze cooled us with it’s quietness. A hush of devout wisdom pressed us with not taking each other by the hand. We were friends- male and female but we were both cognizant that we could not know each other except as friends and that was fine. We talked of a larger plan that God had for us.
Her briefest breath was like the tide of time which is a measure of each breath magnified to the degree of a great moving tide. That was how I once came to feel about her. I cared about her breath and I am not talking about the heavy breathing of love-making. Suffering had come to her life which comes to those who love God. But I hated to see it.
We had mutual hopes. We both had mental problems. Yet we could see a silver lining. It was us and it was God.