If I can only embrace each wounded person as God has embraced me, I would do so. But my strength is not enough, and my heart is not big enough to bear all their sorrows. I can only be a friend to some, a soothing light to few, and hope that by God’s Grace, I can at least comfort one grieving soul in my lifetime.
I saw a world crying out so badly for redemption. And then I saw towering temples and halls whose cold walls could only utter judgment and condemnation.
I tried to seek the cause of my discontent, and I discovered that the darkness that covers the world comes from the numbness of so many shattered souls whose hidden griefs could not bear to see the light.
It is so unfortunate that the world’s beauty should only be as great as its misery.
Have you ever felt so sleepy, and all you ever wanted to do is lie down in bed for as long as you feel like resting? Times like that you don’t worry about what deadlines loom closely before you. Times like that and the world goes by as it does and you find out its okay to be left behind from the rat race that never seems to end. Times like that and you find silence. You find peace. You find what you’ve always wanted to have.
Sometimes all is quiet
And all is peace,
And there is nothing much to say
In the rustling of the leaves;
A child sleeps,
And a bird flaps its little wings;
And there is nothing much to say
In the rustling of the leaves.