Prayer To The Wound In The Shoulder Novels & Stories

My hair that I earlier tied into a careless bun was now so loose that some strands were raining down to frame my face. I removed my right hand which was earlier cupping my left shoulder. It was covered with blood and I breathed through the pain. I wash my hand with water from the sink and slowly remove my robe. I let it pool down my feet and stare at the eyesore wound in my shoulder. Without thinking and with the last intake of breath, I jam my thumb and my index finger inside. I scream so loud I'm afraid the guards might hear me through the soundproof walls. Burning pain crawled through my shoulders, through my spine, my skull, bulldozing through my brain and eyes. I flexed my head back for

I chuckled and folded my hands across my chest. "Veritas corpus omnus guarire," they chanted, hands joined together and their eyes shut. "Veritas corpus omnus guarire!". "Veritas corpus omnus guarire!". As they became louder, I felt a surge of energy run through my veins and into the shoulder on which the bite dwelt. I opened my shirt and looked at the bite, and it stopped spreading and looked less nasty. I didn't feel weak and tired anymore. "Veritas corpus omnus guarire!" they shouted, then stopped.

The priest's kind eyes met mine, his understanding and comprehension evident. He led me to a quiet, silent corner, away from prying eyes and eager ears. With closed eyes, he raised his hands up, invoking the divine energy that flowed through him. His voice resonated with the solemnity of his prayers, words weaving a protective shield around me. As the priest's prayers echoed through the hallowed space, I felt a surge of strength coursing through my veins. A renewed sense of purpose filled my being, bolstering my resolve to have my way in whatever I was doing in my life at all costs. With a final, heartfelt amen, the priest concluded the prayer.

The fingers that are laid across my brow are mercifully cool and a flood of relief washes over me. “They shall lay their hands upon the sick and all will be well with them. May Jesus, Son of Mary, Lord and Savior of the world, through the merits and intercession of His holy apostles Peter and Paul and all His saints, show you favor and mercy.” “Amen.” I'll amen to that too. At this point I don't care how that mercy comes, just so long as it does so soon. Above me, Kilroy signs himself, then me, on the brow, lips and breast.

I joined her, kneeling beside the circle of leaves and petals, feeling the earth beneath my knees like an anchor for my restless soul. “Great Goddess, hear our prayers,” I began, my words heavy with emotion. “We ask you for comfort and strength to face the pain of losing Diana and my little baby. May their spirits find peace in the realm of the ancestors, and may their memories live forever in our hearts.” Elowen echoed my words in a soft murmur, her prayers blending with mine like a melody of hope and gratitude. Together, we raised our voices to the starry sky, our words dissolving into the vastness of the universe, yet hopeful they would be heard and answered.

I asked with worries. He only nodded and try to pull me to him. "Let me see it," I demanded. He reluctantly removed his shirt and my eyes fell on a very deep wound he got from the fight. Did demons have claw, the wound was so deep and it's seems he was clawed on his shoulder by one of those things. "It's will heal," he said pulling me to him. He let out a groan as I fell on him, my lips brushing his smooth pale skin. "But you can blow on it, it's will heal faster,"

Harold burst out of Shirley's house, visibly panicked, his clothes still smeared with blood. I flung the car door open and jumped out, turning to Jacob. "Call an ambulance and the police. Now." Jacob didn't fully understand what was going on, but he followed my instructions and dialed without question. I rushed upstairs. Shirley's door was slightly ajar. She was lying on the floor, groaning in pain. A bloody knife lay nearby, and the wound was in her stomach.

He seemed to practice the holy arts. Wayne sneered. "So you're a bloody priest! If I don't allow it, what can you do? I'm not here to listen to your prayers!" The stranger clasped his hands. "Very well, then. My apologies." In the blink of an eye, a heavy hand fell on Wayne's shoulder. Like a lightning strike, Wayne was sent flying backward instantly. His shoulder was torn and bloody. The flesh had been charred black. He crashed to the ground, his bones all shattered.

I killed without mercy and let my heart be enveloped in anger. I come to you with a heavy heart, asking for your divine intervention and healing power to touch Nala and our unborn child, who are currently in the operating room. I pray that you give the medical team wisdom and skill to perform the operation successfully and without any complications. Lord, I know that you are the great physician and the giver of life, and I trust that you will guide the hands of the medical team and restore my love, Nala and our unborn child to perfect health. I pray that you surround them with your love, protection, and healing grace, and that you give them strength and courage to endure this challenging tim

Robert continues praying. "Heal my mom, please, we love her so much and people love her too." Robert prayed as Ruth humbled herself on her knees with both hands lifted up to God for healing and miracles in her mother's life, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I really don't want my mommy to die. Please, Lord, I beg you in Jesus' name. Because You promised us that whatever we ask in Your holy name, you will grant it to us. I expect miracles from You," Carina cries, her voice trembling and her eyes welling up with tears.