The image I saw was of a waterfall. A rushing, gushing, torrent of water, emerging from a narrow crevice. The water seemed never-ending. It flowed down the rock face – relentless, unceasing, steady. My life might seem like a rock – unyielding, hard, and cold. But there is a narrow crevice somewhere. A sliver of…
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On Blissful Realisations…
Faced by rock, impregnable, cold, I claw and clamour, wondering – ‘Where do I even begin looking for hope?’ At the door, are despair and anguish; So I clutch at straws – ‘He has promised after all, can it get worse?’ Finally, in desperation, I clench the Word, staring blankly, eyes clouded, by misery. Until!…
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