Life continues to spin no matter how hard I hold on. With a grip that makes the color drip out between my fingers. There is always more... the board of arrivals and departures continuing to click furiously as it morphs into another time and destination. Thank goodness the change is noisy at times seeming as the only proof of it's existence. I turn from the towering board without anxiousness, I focus upon hanging on to His hand. As the color leaches away from the candy coated facade of the temporary the pure hot white light of reality radiates heat throughout my body leaving a sweet contentment and peace of communion.
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