It was like staring into the sea, trying to find the coral beneath the waves and the miles of water below. I crouched and ran my hand over the subfloor in the bathroom, stifling sobs as the panic grew up and began to slowly cover me. I'd dropped my contact. I've dropped my contact a million times before, but this time it wasn't here, as if the hand of God had snatched it in midair and taken it back to eternity with him. I later found it, stuck to the cabinet and I'm afraid too shriveled to do much good, so its by the grace of God there was one tucked away in a package, saved for a rainy day. I know I should feel silly for getting so emotional, but I ask you; what would you do if you dropped the only thing that made your world visible, and you had no other means to get a new set?
The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Last night at midnight was the first time Marcos and I had ever prayed together. We held our folded hands together, foreheads touching and eyes closed, and standing on my porch under the stars we asked for Divine intervention and then we asked for peace in the meantime. We asked for a swift rescue and for strength to wait.
Happy Anniversary.
-A.H.
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