I feel like we are on the Titanic and the ship is called earth, as we hold tight to the rails, not in panic, oddly enough in expectation. The screams have all quieted, the flares sent up, the rescue ships have all been launched. The remnant of us left searching the faces of eachother looking for the light of hope in eachothers eyes that one of us holds the answer to a way out, all of us strangers but face to face related. If this is it and we are destined to drown, we need to look up, for there is always less light below us at any depth, and therefore there is always hope in the above. ❤️
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God Is Light
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