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sacredeyes138. Although all that's left is the proof
That love's not only blind but deaf
-Fake Tales Of San Francisco, Arctic Monkeys
Peninnah was taking care of the plants Corwin had brought when she felt someone enter the church. Turning she saw a young man there with a great big smile and hair in the most beautiful shade of red she could ever remember seeing.
“Can I help you?” She asked softly as she approached. The man shook his head “no”. Peninnah didn’t know what to make of it.
“I can leave you in private if you wish.”
Again he shook his head. Peninnah was confused by his behavior. Slowly the man pulled out a notepad and started to write. He handed it to her and sadness spread into her expression.
“I’m sorry. I can not read.” She was embarrassed and looked away. Undaunted he put a gentle hand on her arm to get her attention. Looking up she saw him cover his mouth and ears with his hands. It took her a moment but she figured it out.
“You’re deaf?”
He nodded his affirmation and she motioned toward one of the pews knowing it would take some time for her to understand. Smiling he took a seat beside her. He then held up a finger to her which she was learning was his way of getting her attention. He made the sign of the cross and folded his hands.
“You wish to pray?”
He nodded and then put his hand on her shoulder and then on his own.
“With you?”
His smile grew and she nodded.
“What are we praying for?”
He sighed heavily as if lost in thought. Patiently she waited taking note of his nice suit and proper dress. It was his hair though that she could not believe. So beautiful, like a dark ruby or a deep rust. Her thoughts were broken by a tap on the arm before he took her hand. She stood and followed him to the painting of Mary that adorned the hall. He pointed at it.
“Mary. Are we praying to her?”
He shrugged and then motioned like he was rocking a baby.
“Mother?”
He nodded and then coughed heavily and pretended to sneeze.
“Your mother is sick?”
He responded with a soft smile.
“I am sorry. What has befallen her?”
His hand came up over his heart and he squeezed his hand into a ball.
“Her heart is sick?”
He looked down sadly and it was Peninnah’s turn to touch his forearm in comfort. She gave his arm a slight tug. When he looked up she motioned toward the front of the church. Smiling he came along with her but stopped her short of the front.
Gently he touched her and then motioned to his moving lips followed by pointing at her. Peninnah cocked her head wondering what he was trying to express. Very hesitantly he touched her lips and moved his when he did so. She blushed red as he touched her. Few had ever been so bold to touch her face. He pulled his hand back shyly and after an awkward moment Peninnah smiled.
“Do you want me to speak the prayer?”
He affirmed her question.
“But how will I know what to say for you?”
He shook his head “no” and touched her over her heart and then touched his own. She knew he was trusting her with something very important.
“We’ll pray together.” She led him to sit before the place where they would have knelt. She encouraged him to sit in front of her but when he bowed his head she pulled it back up.
“Watch me speak so you can share my prayer for her.”
He smiled wide and nodded before returning to his solemn expression. Peninnah took a moment before she began to speak.
“In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Dear Father. I have come to you today with my friend to ask you to watch over his mother’s health
Her heart is ill and we ask that you find it in your will to bring her health once more.
I ask you also to look after her son who has come into your house to seek your comfort.
Ease his hearts and worries and should you see that it is her time to pass from us and into your embrace please see that he also feels your comfort in his time of need.
Also tend to the sorrow and worry that come to their family.
May they find your guidance through this time of hardship.
We ask that you hear us in the days to come when we are not within your house but say silent prayers when we are in need of the most strength.
We pray this to you. Amen.”
She bowed her head to give him a moment to say anything additional in private. Instead of silence she found herself wrapped in an embrace. Slowly he put her arms around him as well. He was crying and she could feel the sobs but she said nothing. Grief had to be expressed and without words there were few options. Eventually he looked up at her and pulled away. All the thanks that could be said with words were plain in his eyes.
When they stood he once more embraced her and she smiled again.
“Go to your family. They will need you and God will look after you all.”
She watched him go and said another silent prayer for his mother. Though deep inside she already knew he had but a few days left with the woman he loved so. Often that was the hardest to endure. She knew what God intended and it was at these moments she wished she didn’t know and could remain oblivious and hopeful as others did.
That love's not only blind but deaf
-Fake Tales Of San Francisco, Arctic Monkeys
Peninnah was taking care of the plants Corwin had brought when she felt someone enter the church. Turning she saw a young man there with a great big smile and hair in the most beautiful shade of red she could ever remember seeing.
“Can I help you?” She asked softly as she approached. The man shook his head “no”. Peninnah didn’t know what to make of it.
“I can leave you in private if you wish.”
Again he shook his head. Peninnah was confused by his behavior. Slowly the man pulled out a notepad and started to write. He handed it to her and sadness spread into her expression.
“I’m sorry. I can not read.” She was embarrassed and looked away. Undaunted he put a gentle hand on her arm to get her attention. Looking up she saw him cover his mouth and ears with his hands. It took her a moment but she figured it out.
“You’re deaf?”
He nodded his affirmation and she motioned toward one of the pews knowing it would take some time for her to understand. Smiling he took a seat beside her. He then held up a finger to her which she was learning was his way of getting her attention. He made the sign of the cross and folded his hands.
“You wish to pray?”
He nodded and then put his hand on her shoulder and then on his own.
“With you?”
His smile grew and she nodded.
“What are we praying for?”
He sighed heavily as if lost in thought. Patiently she waited taking note of his nice suit and proper dress. It was his hair though that she could not believe. So beautiful, like a dark ruby or a deep rust. Her thoughts were broken by a tap on the arm before he took her hand. She stood and followed him to the painting of Mary that adorned the hall. He pointed at it.
“Mary. Are we praying to her?”
He shrugged and then motioned like he was rocking a baby.
“Mother?”
He nodded and then coughed heavily and pretended to sneeze.
“Your mother is sick?”
He responded with a soft smile.
“I am sorry. What has befallen her?”
His hand came up over his heart and he squeezed his hand into a ball.
“Her heart is sick?”
He looked down sadly and it was Peninnah’s turn to touch his forearm in comfort. She gave his arm a slight tug. When he looked up she motioned toward the front of the church. Smiling he came along with her but stopped her short of the front.
Gently he touched her and then motioned to his moving lips followed by pointing at her. Peninnah cocked her head wondering what he was trying to express. Very hesitantly he touched her lips and moved his when he did so. She blushed red as he touched her. Few had ever been so bold to touch her face. He pulled his hand back shyly and after an awkward moment Peninnah smiled.
“Do you want me to speak the prayer?”
He affirmed her question.
“But how will I know what to say for you?”
He shook his head “no” and touched her over her heart and then touched his own. She knew he was trusting her with something very important.
“We’ll pray together.” She led him to sit before the place where they would have knelt. She encouraged him to sit in front of her but when he bowed his head she pulled it back up.
“Watch me speak so you can share my prayer for her.”
He smiled wide and nodded before returning to his solemn expression. Peninnah took a moment before she began to speak.
“In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Dear Father. I have come to you today with my friend to ask you to watch over his mother’s health
Her heart is ill and we ask that you find it in your will to bring her health once more.
I ask you also to look after her son who has come into your house to seek your comfort.
Ease his hearts and worries and should you see that it is her time to pass from us and into your embrace please see that he also feels your comfort in his time of need.
Also tend to the sorrow and worry that come to their family.
May they find your guidance through this time of hardship.
We ask that you hear us in the days to come when we are not within your house but say silent prayers when we are in need of the most strength.
We pray this to you. Amen.”
She bowed her head to give him a moment to say anything additional in private. Instead of silence she found herself wrapped in an embrace. Slowly he put her arms around him as well. He was crying and she could feel the sobs but she said nothing. Grief had to be expressed and without words there were few options. Eventually he looked up at her and pulled away. All the thanks that could be said with words were plain in his eyes.
When they stood he once more embraced her and she smiled again.
“Go to your family. They will need you and God will look after you all.”
She watched him go and said another silent prayer for his mother. Though deep inside she already knew he had but a few days left with the woman he loved so. Often that was the hardest to endure. She knew what God intended and it was at these moments she wished she didn’t know and could remain oblivious and hopeful as others did.
