My head hurt and I drew close to hear the words just before the cannon went off again. I could see the moving lips but my hearing was deafened by the boom drowning out all conversation. Looking at the expressions I hoped I could understand without spoken words. Another cannon explosion caused me to close my eyes. This time I couldn’t read the lips but my hand was upon a shoulder. In that moment everything became silenced.
Breathing deeply into my lungs I listened with the only sense that mattered. In a touch I heard the rumbling of destiny, of hope, of authority and wonder. This was what it felt like to touch love, to touch eternity, to touch God’s heart.