We move about with urgency and distraction. Absorbed in our inner voices and paper-thin facades.
Hiding behind our cold walls and fragility, we miss the point of this world.
Most fail to know themselves, never mind embrace the passerby or their closest ally.
We pass through this world like an arrow through the air. No sign of turbulence exists when it cuts through.
Any evidence of our murmuring existence flutters away like musical notes fading into silence.
The only thing that lingers is the arrogance of our pride. A bittersweet fragrance clings to the belief that we mattered more, more than truly loving our Maker, our Savior.
For our time here is but a breath, our earthly presence is a passing shadow. Yet the soul was never meant to find its permanence in this world.
Only by knowing our Maker, embracing His grace, and loving as He has loved us can we discover what truly sustains.
