Touch The Face Of God

     The shadow slipped from the room like a secret. Detaching herself forever from your feet of clay; she leapt from the window and soared into the sky, never once looking back – always looking cloud-ward. So long had she held you solid, grounding you, always believing her imprisonment was for your benefit; martyring herself on the altar which is you. Little did she realize that by giving up her freedom, she took away yours as well. Follow her! She knows the way. Reach for her path to the clouds! It is there that you will touch the face of God. 

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