As the ten thousand highways unfold their doors for the ten thousand standing on Nineveh’s shores, where the blood of a husband silences wars for the girl who arises to meet him.
And she sings “World! I’ve overcome you. World, I’ve overcome by my song and the blood of a son.”
I love it when I am reading and suddenly I stumble across a gem of a sentence like this one: To sum up, strophe four is the voice of Yahweh the mother.
I think that is the most incredible sentence I have read in a very long time.
I don’t do well with leaving things unresolved… at all.
And sometimes I am way too blunt.
