And I Don’t Know Why
Sometimes I can hear angels crashing into the windows just outside my bedroom door.
Sometimes I can hear angels crashing into the windows just outside my bedroom door.
Love simply does not demand that type of attention. It does get my attention, but rarely in a way that doesn’t highlight the beauty of everything around me.
Yes, this was Love for him. It was the Kingdom of God he might never have seen if not for those eyes. It was the Garden of Eden he was cast out of when he became ashamed of his nakedness. It was the realization that of the million lifetimes he had felt course through his moments this one exposed the Truth of truths.