From A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens: *spacing added*
‘For the first time the Doctor felt, now,
that his suffering was strength and power.
For the first time he felt that in that sharp fire, he had slowly forged the iron
which could break the prison door and deliver him.
It all tended to a good end; it was not mere waste and ruin.
And when Jarvis Lorry saw the kindled eyes, the resolute face,
the calm strong look and bearing of the man whose life
always seemed to him to have been stopped,
like a clock, for so many years,
and then set going again with an energy,
he believed.’
When I realize for the millionth time how hard it is to plan a wedding without my mom
Sam rubs my back, and believes.
He also takes me into the temple
and believes.
I believe too.
And mom believes too.
