Thoughts and Journal Entries of a Budding Cleric

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Month 5, Day 9. Year Unknown.

  It has been some time since I have been sober. It is good to have a moment of clarity.

  This pain inside me has caused me to act rashly. I allowed myself to be swallowed by the night - I must be better than this. Though he is silent, I know my lord is with me; I must act as his hand. I must bring order. In this land consumed by darkness, I must become a beacon.

  I will pray on this.

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Month 5, Day 10. Year Unknown.

  It was nice to do good again. I met a poor soul in need of healing, and so I healed him. I felt whole in this moment, if only for a moment.

  The lord provides.

  And through the lord I am strong. Though he is silent here, I can still see his watchful eye. His gaze is radiant and warm. Omniscient. Justice will prevail through him, the Light of the Law, for he is the watchman, and I his hand.

  And through him, I am whole once more.

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Month 5, Day 11. Year Unknown.

  I saw a woman. She ran crying into the night. I took her to shelter and she lent me her burden; she is alone, with child. Her heart flies from her chest and is seldom seen, the her chest full of misery. I told her to have faith, and that I would take care of the rest.

  Lord, I thank you for this message. The path you have set for me is clear now. It was not sorrow you ordained for me, but wisdom. A lesson. You have given me the tools to understand, and through you may I bring light to the darkness in this woman's life.

  The Lord truly does provide.