Sunday, 14 June 2015
God doesn't have a monopoly on hope
I still prey. I cross my fingers. I continue to light candles inscribed with hopes. With all my might I wish, I ask; I implore a nameless, faceless, nonexistent nothing for better things. For myself. For you. For the entire world. I raise my eyes to the blue skies but there is no ineffable and it does not have agency. Not for anyone. Not even for six manically creative days. The futility of my efforts in each moment of silent prayer is not lost on me . Not for one instant. It leaks out my pores quite unwillingly. Tirelessly. Hope.