Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee

his arms around her, caressing her shoulders, comforting her. "I'm sorry," hewhispered into her hair. "I'm sorry." He didn't understand, not an iota—didn'tunderstand her, or himself, or his topsy-turvy feelings, or women, or the universe.All he knew was that he'd just been furious, and now he was affectionate, protective,tender. Made no sense. "Please…just hold me," she whispered. She didn't want to talk. She justwanted to be held. He just held her. Morning mist rose off dewy vegetation as the sun broke the horizon over Endor.The lush foliage of the forest's edge had a moist, green odor; in that dawning momentthe world was silent, as if holding its breath. In violent contrast, the Imperial landing platform squatted over the ground.