“You hid it well,” the Maker said.
Eliab nodded. “The dove’s true flight is a dive. You taught me that. It seeks the Maker not in the heavens, but in the deep places—the well where the first water was blessed, the clay that still remembers His fingerprints.” dove seek him that maketh pdf
“He makes things that cannot be unmade,” Eliab said, tapping the jar. “And He hides them in plain sight. The dove seeks Him not by flight, but by falling.” “You hid it well,” the Maker said