Carrying on
Unease. Carol waits for that to pass. She waits for a lot of things. She considers. Carol contemplates Christ-like chrysanthemums. Creationism creates a cacophony of questions for Carol, but those questions carry no weight. Curious? She knows what she saw the time that she saw God. She knows Him should be capitalized, capsizing as the miracle was. Quick! Carol says. You can’t cooperate? Then at least come here. At least hold on. At least we can try to weigh the possibilities. At least we can see the goodness in you, Carol says. Can you see it, too?
