Send Down the Rain

by Charles Martin

Healing comes in both the telling and the hearing. Maybe that is Suzy’s greatest contribution.

“Hate is a powerful weapon. But it is powerless when it comes to cutting chains off the human heart.”

“I’d seen what evil could do. Evil never gave itself for anyone. It takes what it doesn’t own. Holds your head under the water. Rips your head off your neck and dangles it from the city wall. Evil dominates. Controls. Eradicates. Evil is a sniveling punk, and if you let it inside you then you spew hatred, which is just another name for the poison we drink hoping it’ll hurt someone else.”

“But not love. Love rushes in where others won’t. Where the bullets are flying. It stands between. Pours out. Empties itself. It scours the wasteland, returns the pieces that were lost, and it never counts the cost.”

“Love walks into hell, where I sit in chains, where the verdict is guilty, grabs you by the heart, and says to the warden, ‘Me for him.’”

“For giving me what I needed.” He swallowed and dug his hand into the package. “And not what I deserved.”