She sits and closes her eyes to music. That’s what she does when she’s sad. Incense burning and lights are low. She lets the quiet close in on her and soften her breath. The stoic is praying.
The one who believes in sovereign and everything it means, is asking for a little more light. A little more music.
The key, says the philosopher, is not to try to change it, but to try to understand it.
Her spirit is quiet. Only the soft sounds of her whispered prayers. “Have it your way.”
“Tell me where I am. Tell me what to do. Tell me to sit down. Tell me to stand taller. Tell me something so I know how to pray.”
She’s on a need-to-know basis and she needs to know nothing.
When she’s quiet, she hears Him. The answer to the stoic’s prayers.
“Wait.” says Peace’s Prince.