If prayers worked, Hitler would have been stopped at the border of Poland by angels with swords of fire.
I haven't a clue how my story will end, but that's all right. When you set out on a journey and night covers the road, that's when you discover the stars.
We don't really understand something until we have forgotten it.
What you need will come back to you.
the skin of moss / holds the footprints of / star-footed birds.
Faith takes root in the insignificant.