Somewhere between deep sleep and awakening
I observed my grieving spirit pray from deep within itself.
It was I, yet it was not I, who both prayed and heard the words:
"God, I love you and I release Crockett into your care."
The depth of grief has touched bottom.
And at the bottom, there is God.
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