If God could peer into your soul,
would the view be worth the effort? Could celestial retinas be set aflame from the atrocities of all things absent, or from all things barbarically present? Would the landscape appear barren? Scorched and tortured from years of grudges carried and ferried and chafed with erosion? Would there be fluid motion of hypnotic sea-faring oceans full of hopes, dreams, and well-done selfless acts of kindness? Would all of the bones, the knobby knees, bloody sacrum and skulls tumble around into view? If God could peer into your soul, would you make peace with your perfect imperfections?
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AuthorMolly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw. Categories |