Chapter 12I sit and wait as I contemplate the arrival of my sun
My heart’s alight with joy tonight
For tomorrow, he shall come
He brought the light that warmed the night
Always the one, my love, my sun
—Milo Stamis, “A River of Glass”
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As he had for the past few hours, Milo paced from the door to a chair in the entrance area. He spent quite a bit of time in prayer, a habit Milo had only recently fallen into with Conchita and Esteban’s encouragement.
She told him, “You can talk to God, Mr. Milo. There is nothing hidden from Him, no secrets.”
Milo would never be a churchgoer, yet he felt some comfort from his one-sided conversations with the deity. They gave him the illusion of control and the occasional feeling someone cared.
In case I haven’t said anything, I know what You
