El Roi, I said as I walked toward the white gate.
El Roi, I whispered as I knelt down where so many frustrated tears had been cried.
El Roi, I thought as I read the book of Mark.
“And a certain woman, which had an issue of blood twelve years….
El Roi.
And had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had….
El Roi.
And was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse.
