A Meditation on Faith

The first time her heart was broken, she turned to God. The second, when it seemed as if the world were folding in upon itself, sinking into a singularity the size of a word in a thought of a jealous mind, she turned to the stars. From both, she sought truth, or something like a whisper of it: a fleeting affirmation breathed into her ear on a humid summer night, so that when she spun her heart would tremble to find that he was not there, and yet–