Just a smile, but it was a far cry from what the face wore not long before. If ever he needed an affirmation, it walked past him in the confident smile, the expression said it all, it was real and she walked triumphant. Gone was the lethargic walk, the frown the despair, it was replaced with the believers eye, full of light, just as it ought to be. Solomon had seen miracles before, but each time it dazzled him he was a boy in the heart, and wise in his years, amen. why the astonished looks, did they not believe for what they prayed for. Cuts across his chest, below and above his eyes, everything vital saved, just as Faith had survived, despite the efforts of an elite to cloth it in all forms of distraction, amen.