I saw today freely. My vision was not cloudy, nor hindered by the past. I saw oh so clearly. The beauty in what I saw astounded me. I thought I was seeing clearly before. I thought I saw perfectly, I thought I knew what beauty was. Oh how I was wrong. I thought I knew, but I knew nothing. What I saw before was a sliver of what I could truly see, if I’d just be. Oh the beauty. I have chosen to live, I have chosen to surrender. I have chosen to learn. I have chosen to submit wholly to myself through God.
some say they saw it for the first time when they looked at a child’s face, looked upon earths beauty. For me it wasn’t a landscape, a newborns cry. It was a ceiling, just a plain cream colored ceiling with a 1950’s light fixture. Just a ceiling. A ceiling of all things. I just laid there on the bed looking up. I saw the detail of the fixture, the etching in the glass, the textured brushstrokes on the ceiling, the small circular shadows cast out from the bulbs in a rippling effect, brighter at the globe and shadowing deeper as it cast out.
I saw God today. I ran for so long and fought so hard.
