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Wednesday, December 24, 2003

i guess God had answered one of my little prayers today. i prayed that when my bro in law and my boyfriend met each other at my dad's birthday dinner, they would not quarrel and that the peace & love of God would reside in our hearts.
Well they didn't speak to each other but at least none was giving the other the evil eye.

For that i'm very thankful and i don't feel like complaining about anything. the car was speeding down the road near novena square. i looked up from where i was sitting and saw a patch of pink sky in the midst of greyish blue clouds. I wish i could describe this scene better but just imagine seeing this pinkish patch and yet, at your eye level all the city lights are running streaks past the corners of your vision. a fracture in the sky, in its very heart, emits a lovely pink halo. is there any hope that God would one day rend its very heart and pillage it for hope. And the city lights came to represent my habitual dwellings and routine lovings. the friable strain between hope and futility could have become an apt moment of another person's literary greatness.

But i am wanting something more than that. as always. i long to one day just let my hands and arms sink into the depths of what hope really is, to be swallowed whole in His goodness. To walk right into the sky and see beyond the veil of that pink halo.

posted by happyhannon at 2:11 AM