The Miracle
A Visionary Novel
Chapter One
The House of Light
Donnell had not slept much that
night. After watching the swift
drama of the wreck he had wept
quietly; wept for Jeffrey, for all
the pain of life, and for his own eighty-one
years. It was a catharsis of
weeping, there on his back deck
overlooking the river. It was the
river of tears that had remained at
a distance since he'd learned,
almost a year ago, that he was
terminal. And now the brutality of
life emerged again with a little boy,
dying of cancer, who dies from a car
wreck instead. Donnell had not
cried that hard since his wife died.
The sky was a bright blue this
morning, a few stray high clouds off
to the east. This was a blue like
Donnell had seen so often in the
turquoise water of the Indian
Ocean, the blue just before it
splashes toward white. Donnell's
mind was clearer this morning, and
he knew that Jeffrey's death was
also his own. He was an old man
dying of colon cancer who would
die, like Jeffrey, before the cancer
took him, today. Watching death's
bloody bath, Donnell realized that
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