So he used words as colors, and his pen as a brush.
He painted their human faces.
"See with the eyes of your heart," the old priest had told him.
He saw with his heart.
He painted Gabby, her brown eyes filled with kindness; her hair down to her shoulders; her nakedness beautiful, beautiful, beautiful; her hands and feet calloused; her smile a light for the world.
He painted the old priest, his clothes worn and tattered from so much giving; his crucifix tarnished, the first gift he was given after his ordination, his reminder that Christ is in each and every person, each and every day; his shoulders hunched from so much praying; his face so full of love.
He painted the doctor, the sparkle in his clear, blue eyes; the deep wrinkles on his forehead; his hands that were broken but that healed.
He turned to Gabby in the morning light.
He held her close to him, until he could feel the beat of her heart on his body.
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