Comic ideaSara gathered up her belongings along with her three changes of clothes and rode a carriage to the orphanage. When she arrived that afternoon the gate was still open, and the gentleman driving the carriage walked her into the orphanage.Sara walked through the doorway of her new school. It seemed strange with all the kids here. Some of them were younger than her, four or five. Others were in their teens, and a few were getting ready to face the outside world. Sara was a young elf, about 12 years old. After her mother died, she and her father copied documents for a living. It was tedious, but her dads script was so elegant, he was able to scribe words and pictures in learning books for children. One night someone broke into their shop to steal valuable copies of government documents, so they thought. Her father stopped them, but a stray bolt pierced his chest. Three agoni
He callsFriend dearFriend dear, I see you there, dancing in the darkYou call my name, I cannot playThe energy is goneHe watches you, while I talk to himI notice the scars on his handsSometimes I wonder how he couldDrink without a cupThe light you see in meComes from the Day StarHe beckons you even nowWhat can I say?With him will you play?The stars are lovely, this is trueBut sweeter is the mornings dewThis man who loves, who smiles at youI love him, too. I saw him there atGethsemane, struggling in his painHe noticed me, through space and timeWhile for himself he prayedThe crown of thorns adorned his browI could only stareHis forgiveness has covered oneDarker than you: me.We both bear my scars. I feel better about the ones I carry,Though I am grateful for his.Will you play?I will wait, and so will heBut even now he praysBeside the altar, the curtain tornThat you will look his way.