"Because there are two ways out of Torchwood. Oblivion and death. Neither of them are as reliable as I'd like. But I'm still here, and I still remember."
She pauses, her eyes wide and dark and far away.
the blood on the doctor's chest and the resurrection and all the
times salvation didn't come. rebirth with out renewal and the looming shadow of the dark pit.
memory forbidden rising again
"The end is where we start from. And I'm still here to remember. That's something, isn't it? It'll have to be enough."
There are only two ways out of Torchwood. And it hasn't let her go.
Friday, May 3, 2013
History
We thought we came
Not as immigrants, but conquerors
God's chosen people
In search of a new promised land
Torch-bearers leading on
With lanterns of gold
We were but thieves
Arsonists, creeping in the night
Not as immigrants, but conquerors
God's chosen people
In search of a new promised land
Torch-bearers leading on
With lanterns of gold
We were but thieves
Arsonists, creeping in the night
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Morgan's Blessing (Snippet)
She places a hand on both his shoulders, and he flinches. She can feel Siana behind her, watching quietly for once, sensing, somehow, what it is that is going to happen.
Morgan's dark eyes meet his, burning like her Dark Star.
"Blessed be the road before you," she murmurs, kissing his cheek. He is startled, pulls back, but she isn't finished.
"May you take wisdom from the earth, and strength from the stone."
She kisses his other cheek. This time he pauses, waiting.
"May the stars in their faithfulness burn brightly when you are lost in the night."
She kisses his brow, then releases him, turning away, towards her Lady. She does not know that it will be enough, but she hopes so.
Morgan's dark eyes meet his, burning like her Dark Star.
"Blessed be the road before you," she murmurs, kissing his cheek. He is startled, pulls back, but she isn't finished.
"May you take wisdom from the earth, and strength from the stone."
She kisses his other cheek. This time he pauses, waiting.
"May the stars in their faithfulness burn brightly when you are lost in the night."
She kisses his brow, then releases him, turning away, towards her Lady. She does not know that it will be enough, but she hopes so.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Prayer
O Lord who is most high, who is most holy and exalted, hear our prayer. We are full of weeping, O Lord, and our mouths tremble and our hearts are weak. Listen to the prayers of our spirits Lord, for we have not the words for our lips.
Most benevolent Father, be with the fathers and the mothers. Be with the children. Be with the friends, the family, the living and the dead. May the lost be gathered to your hand. May those left behind find strength.
We are lost and hurting; we know not what to do. We cannot speak. We cannot breathe. Lord, hear the prayers no words can hold, for you are in the quiet places of our souls.
Most benevolent Father, be with the fathers and the mothers. Be with the children. Be with the friends, the family, the living and the dead. May the lost be gathered to your hand. May those left behind find strength.
We are lost and hurting; we know not what to do. We cannot speak. We cannot breathe. Lord, hear the prayers no words can hold, for you are in the quiet places of our souls.
Mourning
Lord have mercy, for we know it not.
Blessed be the mournful, for they shall be comforted, but will it ever be enough?
Blessed, blessed, blessing, I invoke it for you. Blessed be- worthless, because I can't give it, there is nothing I can give for this to be okay.
Someone's crying Lord. Hear our prayer. Lord, hear our prayers.
We burn ourselves out in a dark fire. We are not the phoenix and we will never learn.
God, where are the words? Hear my heart, o Lord, for my mouth trembles.
Blessed be the mournful, for they shall be comforted, but will it ever be enough?
Blessed, blessed, blessing, I invoke it for you. Blessed be- worthless, because I can't give it, there is nothing I can give for this to be okay.
Someone's crying Lord. Hear our prayer. Lord, hear our prayers.
We burn ourselves out in a dark fire. We are not the phoenix and we will never learn.
God, where are the words? Hear my heart, o Lord, for my mouth trembles.
...
. end.
... silence.
Endings silence, Silence closes. No words for living/dead. No words suffice.
... silence.
Endings silence, Silence closes. No words for living/dead. No words suffice.
The Body/Abigail (Snippet)
Abigail had been found dead, she told me. She didn't know the how or the why of it, only that it had happened. There would be a memorial service- not a funeral- on Tuesday. Private. She thought it would be at the Church of the Resurrection, maybe, or First Baptist. (Not St. Anne's, not after....)
But it was probably too soon to know.
She'd heard all this from Thomas, who was too young to know it was being hushed up. Too young to know whenwherewhyhow, only the who and the what, that he'd been woken by the ambulance that ended up being too late.
As she told me all this, dabbing the corner of her eyes with her apron, words getting louder, faster as she began to speculate, to wonder aloud, I tried to pretend I didn't care. It didn't work.
Abigail Morrey stirred up a lot of things, but apathy wasn't one of them.
But it was probably too soon to know.
She'd heard all this from Thomas, who was too young to know it was being hushed up. Too young to know whenwherewhyhow, only the who and the what, that he'd been woken by the ambulance that ended up being too late.
As she told me all this, dabbing the corner of her eyes with her apron, words getting louder, faster as she began to speculate, to wonder aloud, I tried to pretend I didn't care. It didn't work.
Abigail Morrey stirred up a lot of things, but apathy wasn't one of them.
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