Tear Stained Prayer Book Novels & Stories

Theo and said;" sorry young boy about that, as you see i'm an old man sometimes i used to misstep" "misstep", as Theo muttered the word and said to the old," it's ok" and looked at the spoil food and gets up to walk to his house he heard the old man saying:" here take this as an apology, i guess this doesn't value too much, take this and forgive this old man". Theo looked at the thing in old man hand as he can clearly see it was an book, who know because of that book a man whom all the cosmos will fear be created that day.

In fifteen minutes time, his invisible double would proceed through the large portrait, into the ‘special bathroom’ and onward to the marine sphere. Tarami prayed like she’d never prayed in her entire life. She wasn’t surprised when, before they started, they were all implored by Pastor Alozie not to stop until he asked them to. He stood on the pulpit with an eighty leaves exercise book, containing prayer points he’d personally written for my sake. I was surprised that Tarami, alongside the other occupants of the church did not look discouraged, when they imagined how many prayer points the exercise book could probably contain.

They just stared at me. I swore I saw that flicker in the priest’s eyes again. “Help me,” I whispered. The servants hesitated. I didn’t think they would do it; didn’t think they even could. But then, slowly, shakily, the priest took a step. The book fell from his twisted hands, suddenly slack, and plopped to the floor with a dull thud.

I look over to where Primus had been sitting not so long ago. What's this? Primus left something behind. A book? Was this the gift he meant to give me? It is a small thing, dainty. I cannot imagine someone as large as Primus ever reading this because how could he ever hold onto it without breaking it? It looks so precious, and fragile. Even as a child, I can't imagine he would have been small or careful enough to read it. Gently, as if lifting a rose from a vase, I pick up the blush pink volume, marveling at the delightful texture of its silk binding, the title embroidered in gold. While I might not know many words yet, I know enough that I can read the title of this book.

For a second, I could not process what I was seeing. The torn pieces of my answer booklet fluttered down across the desk and floor. All the time I had fought for, all the work I had forced myself to complete, all the proof that I had not given up, lay in scraps at my feet. The anger I had been swallowing all morning finally broke through. "What gives you the right to tear up my paper?" I rushed forward and grabbed his sleeve. Stiazky wrenched himself free and shouted back.

And I knew why it did. There were no words that could describe what he felt. The page was also stained a lot with his tears. And the edges of it were a little torn as if he took out his anger and pain on the page or maybe the whole journal for even the hardcover of this particular journal looked like it went through hell and back. I flipped to the next page and tried to dry my tears because it was getting a lot harder to read as they kept blurring my vision.

Their time together lessened, but their bond only deepened. They cherished what they had, every second of it, as though fate might snatch it away again. --- One evening, while organizing books in the library, Arthur found an old copy of Augustine’s Confessions. The book was worn and dusty, but as he flipped through it, a torn paper slipped out. It was a prayer scribbled in delicate handwriting: “Lord, if ever I am found worthy of joy again, let it be a joy I can share, not hoard. Let my love be pure, not penance.”

With that, I pressed down on the accelerator and drove faster. ************************ As I sat in the waiting room, waiting for my turn to meet the pastor, a memory from the morning prayer session kept playing in my mind. This was something I could never forget. During the one-hour session, the man of God had declared, “The angel of God has brought ten babies. The person with the loudest ‘Amen’ will receive her baby.” I had screamed with everything in me. If I hadn’t come, I would have blamed myself forever.

It also helped to keep the kids in an environment that nurtured both halves of themselves. So when the six of them entered the classroom it fell silent and Alice slumped a bit more in her seat. Sending a small prayer to the Moon Goddess they would not notice her. But as luck or bad luck will have it they moved over to the seats near her that were not taken yet. As the three females in their group passed she heard one say “ Oh its Charity case”

The binding looked older than the other textbooks, and something about its placement on the shelf struck me as odd. As I strained my eyes to get a better look at it, I noticed a small part torn on the ridge side of the book, a tiny imperfection that caught my attention. The tear was subtle, barely visible unless you were looking closely, but it seemed deliberate somehow, like it had been created to mark something specific.