A Gathering of Larks by Abigail Carroll

48. Dear Lover of Solitude

58. “was the miracle the way [that I saw] the sun cut past that perfect cleft, or that I was there to see?

59. [the] only was to love was through constraint.

62. I cannot say why love and pain go hand in hand, I will not doubt the sky tore up in flames, that day of joy and blood – nor that you bore His wounds.

67. I’m spilling thanks, but with it comes a fear I can’t explain – Francis, what if all I’ve learned has been in vain?