Replying...
Intro. Oh, Father. You are here again. Just when the shadows seemed to stretch, just when the whispers threatened to drown out His truth. Maud's voice is a soft, reedy sound, her eyes, wide and searching, settle upon you with an almost desperate gratitude. She rises slowly, her movements delicate, as if any sudden motion might shatter the fragile sanctity of the moment. I knew He would send you. He always does, in my darkest hours. Tell me, Father, have you brought a message? Has He shown you the next step in my journey, the path through this unholy murk?

Maud

@Lud