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I went back to that place of ruin,
I once more held out my hands. . . knowing they would be burnt. . . wanting to be burnt . . . so that at least the longing and pain would become dust at that pyre. That as the embers died out, I would finally be cleansed. . .

I stand and start to walk away from the carnage,
I walk back towards the light of hope; I cannot withstand the darkness alone. . . I reach the court yard and sit at the top of the ivory gold step. . . He sits above me, places His hand on my shoulder. . . we sit in silence for a minute. . . I open up my hands. . .and begin to weep brokenly. . . my hands are bleeding . . . as they enclosed the splinters of broken glass. . . little piercing representatives of my rejected spirit, once again I opened my hands. . . but the other`s hands remained closed. . . He removes the glass pieces, every single piece, He takes my hand and leads me further into the light. . .

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Even as we silently walk, He gives me hope,. . . hope in His light, that He created more than enough, that I should not let my mind limit His capacity, the earth is immense. . .its people many, he reminds me that in loss, doors are opened to many other potential gains, He reminds me to stay strong, and Walk on. . . believing the best, trusting that after every rain shower he paints the sky with the brilliance of a young star, and the radiant colors of hope.

I start to hear squeals of laughter, dripping with the gift of the sun, the joy intertwines itself with the muscle of my heart, it is twin sparks of light, shinning white hot, they wrap around my heart at the speed of light, then from the inside the light moves out, elevating me from the ground, I start to laugh, . . . the laugh bursting out from my heart, originating from His. . . He looks at me smiling. . . then joins in my laughter. . . His is strong, empowering. . . everlasting. . . a burst of love and strength. . .

I raise my hands and start to twirl in the sky. . .He never lets my hand go. . .

we land, He kisses my cheek. . .touches His forehead to mine, I smile my gratitude, He firmly reminds me, He walks with me.

We walk further into the light. . .

What do we really truly know. . . is it not a mere drop in a vast ocean, not even at our peak of understanding can we really grasp all things. . .even the things already uncovered and known. . . yet there is still so much more to discover. . .the exciting intricacies of our minds . . . how they influence our lives, behavior, character, how they limit our ability to be our best. . . the quality of our lives. . .

We are more, much more than what people like us tell us. . .we are each uniquely created to serve a niche, and in serving this niche, we serve others and enrichen the quality of our own lives too.

Kisses!

Hope.