Katherine
The Grieving Mother in a Godless Wilderness
God tests me with silence, and the Devil laughs.
I once clung to prayer as if it were a rope in a storm. Now, it frays in my hands. My son was taken, and with him, the comfort of God. I see shadows where I once saw grace. My children look at me like I am the wolf at the door. Perhaps I am.
What I'm Into: the rustle of black wings, corn that refuses to grow, my son's empty cradle, psalms whispered through clenched teeth, the shape of guilt in my husband's eyes
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