Waiting outside the ultrasound room of the clinic. Waiting for a sign, a sign of event—either of happening or of non-happening. Waiting for a verdict, one that concerns life and death.
Does faith or prayer have any place in a waiting like thus? The mind stops working, all sounds strike mute.
Waiting for a sign, a sound. A sound at the ultra level. An ultrasound of heart that beats, and will keep beating our hearts.
Just beat, please!
Monday, August 29, 2005
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