Right when the skies seem so clear before her, she sees the clouds bending down toward earth with angry urgency. They have come to surround so many, leading them down paths of pain and confusion. Isolating many in lonliness. To her right and to her left she sees it. It is before her and behind her. Each glimpse steals a breath away from her until she is left feeling winded, exhausted, and empathy overwhelms. There are just too many. As she runs down one path, she must choose to pass another. She cannot make it to all of their sides...she cannot offer comfort to each.
In her own life, the ground feels steady. She feels God's love swelling up within her. She isn't afraid. Curiousity has replaced worry. Dreams have replaced fear. Yet, she isn't sure which dreams to dream, for she dreams a hundred half dreams. There is the moon and lamps to guide her path. She knows she is not alone--And her hope seems daily more mature.
Yet, she cannot stand to look at the gray skies over them and do nothing. So she comforts those in reach, and those she cannot, she prays for.
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