H,
The lights always come on
in the end. This is our freedom. Grace means we are not a straight line. We zig
zag through life at speed. We are not able to be credible at our own goodness.
We are both victim and perpetrator in the crime of being human.
Yet, the light still
comes up over our own heads. We can see it calling. We know there is more to
the present things we do. We know our fatal flaws will all be replaced. We do
not live in fear. We live in the light. We live in freedom.
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