WordWorship

" A man seeks employment on a farm. He hands his letter of recommendation to his new employer. It read simply, 'He sleeps in a storm'. "The owner is desperate for help, so he hires the man. "Several weeks pass, and suddenly, in the middle of the night, a powerful storm rips through the valley. "Awakened by the swirling rain and howling wind, the owner leaps out of bed. He calls for his new hired hand, but the man is sleeping soundly. "So he dashes off to the barn. He sees, to his amazement, that the animals are secure with plenty of feed. "He runs to the field. He sees the bales of wheat have been bound and are wrapped in tarpaulins. "He races to the silo. The doors are latched, and the grain is dry. "And then he understands. 'He sleeps in a storm.' "                                                               ...

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chatted all the way; But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow, And ne'er a word said she; But, oh! the things I learned from her, When Sorrow walked with me.                                                                                                       No, these lines are not by me. Oh!!! If only they were!!! 

There were times when the feeling was not there - a fleeting moment of consciousness, of awareness, a feeling of weightlessness as fit had been a feather on her chest, and not a boulder. She had seen that form before. She was sure of it. She knew that shape well. Where, where was it? Two years, four years ago? No, no... it was way more recent. It had been there just a week back.