I am not always there but I keep going back to that place... Where the light
marveled at my tiny little light... Just as if I was the light’s most precious child ever... I knew... As I was going ....
I am not always there but I keep going back to that place... Where the light
marveled at my tiny little light... Just as if I was the light's most precious child ever... I knew... As I was going back... That the light not only lived me that way but also the very same people, I believed God hated. That knowing changed everything.
Some of us need to believe in a big bad god that hates and hurls our enemies into the sea... That being is real, but it is not the light we return to... Rather... The light is sum of our love but likewise the lesser god is the sum of our fears... I could never fear the light I met... Instead I just want to be a better man... To make that light proud of me...
Thank you for telling your story