Miriam

Miriam is here! Miriam, who was ripped from your soul just six months after she joined it. Three years of cold and hurt on Earth, desperately hanging on after your daughter’s death, and still the wound ached so. Now the hurt is gone. Always, it was gone. You laugh your tears, and she laughs, and she glows. You hold her up to the light of God–the light that is all things–and sing His love. Holy! Holy! Holy! Is the Lord! His love is your love is her love is all love, and you cannot contain it all, and that is why everyone is here to love as one.

John is not here.

 

Your phone is here, and it vibrates, but you cannot answer phones in Heaven.

You have one new message, thirty-nine seconds long

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