Healer of My Soul (from House of Pharisees)
The trail led less than a half mile from the road. He crossed the gorge over the scenic bridge and followed the path on the far side until he reached Falls Pond. He sat on the moss covered bench at the water’s edge and placed his backpack on the seat beside him. Abby loved this place. The solitude of a late spring morning surrounded him. In the summer, vacationing families will claim the trails. Children will run to the water’s edge, then quickly move on, bored with the reflections of mountains on the water’s surface. ‘You’re alone?” He heard her voice, though she was not present. “A veteran?” She asked. A soul scarred by tours into hell. He unfastened the clasps on the front of his backpack and removed a wooden container. He surveyed the trails to his left and right. He did not want to be interrupted. He closed his eyes and held back a small tear. She was wounded as he. She had scarred her arms in the desir...