He looked down at his shackle-scarred hands as the water lapped around his knees. The boat sailed toward the horizon.
In the midst of the quiet sounds of the ocean and the wind blowing through the caverns of the coastline, the man found his inner silence deafening.
All the voices had left him – he could not recall a time like this. His mind was clear, and his heart longed for companionship.
The words of Jesus remained with him.
He stood up.
He made his way home.