Bits of “reality” begin to penetrate the bubble of love.
Katherine may not be able to eat. Katherine’s eyes may not be okay. Yesterday a doctor said to me, “She is very, very sick.” Another told me her situation is still “critical.” Everyone keeps emphasizing the word “months,” as if they really mean “years.” Such intricacies in the human body...so many possibilities of malfunction! Ugly images knock on the door of my mind, try to peak into the windows of my soul, sneak in through the cracks of my broken heart. I start free-falling back down into the Pit of pain and despair. Lines from a poem I wrote when I was there a year or two ago sing-song in my head:
I have to go get ready for church now. Bel-Air Presbyterian’s service today is to be a “Service of Prayer and Praise for Katherine Arnold Wolf.” They’ve told me there will be many, many people praying for her.
The creatures of the night will be chased away by praise.