"I hold any writer sufficiently justified who is himself in love with his theme." -- Henry James
Sunday, September 23, 2018
From Sea Prayer, by Khaled Hosseini
These are only words. A father's tricks. It slays your father, your faith in him. Because all I can think tonight is how deep the sea, and how vast, how indifferent. How powerless I am to protect you from it.
All I can do is pray.
Pray God steers the vessel true, when the shores slip out of eyeshot and we are a flyspeck in the heaving waters, pitching and tilting, easily swallowed.
Because you, you are precious cargo, Marwan, the most precious there ever was.