I’ve been thinking a lot about how bruised you must feel. Such violations and for so many centuries, it must hurt terribly.
What must you think of us? Standing by while you are ripped to shreds only to patched up again, days later. If I knew where you were I could bring you gifts of hope. But I don’t.
There has been lots of speculation. Some think you’ve joined God on an extended cruise. Other’s mutter about ‘burn out’ and ‘personal crisis’.
I don’t care, Peace, I really don’t. You deserve a break, a retreat to refresh and re-charge. No one begrudges you.
We just miss you.
I miss you.
Come back soon.
We can’t do it without you.