The could never have explained Bonaventure anyway because there is no scientific word for miraculous.
Rita LeganskiThe mirror done broke and your life looking back at you from them sharp glass pieces.
Rita LeganskiMea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa”—my fault, my fault, my most grievous fault—as she pounded her fist to her chest three times as if pounding shut a door to keep her guilt from escaping.
Rita LeganskiPlease God, please God, can you please tell me why? I ask this of you, yet in my heart, I know.
Rita LeganskiShe opened her heart and her home to her Purpose, and waited for it to come in.
Rita LeganskiTheir hands never touched, not even in an accidental brushing, and that was a good thing, for real intimacy has a dawn.
Rita LeganskiBefore long the formed into a circle, and neither of them could imagine being a straight line again, caught in the loneliness of blunt severed ends.
Rita LeganskiShe did not believe in random. God does not deal in random.
Rita LeganskiThe mind can take in many things, but it cannot take in God.
Rita LeganskiLove transcended loss long enough for them to find that the depth of feeling is best known in silence, because in the presence of such love words are never quite enough.
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